Much like my life during Spring Break, the PCC Book Sale Facebook group has spiraled out of control.
PCC held its annual time waster of an earthquake drill Thursday as it participated in the statewide “Shake Out” drill.
Not since Al Roker admitted on television to shitting himself at the White House, have I been more confused by what I am looking at.
It’s 9:25 A.M. on Monday morning, or “Jizz Time” as the elevator doors in student parking lot 4 have so eloquently put it.
I woke up last night in a cold sweat gasping for air only to realize I was safe at home in bed. No, I wasn’t having nightmares about the new IT movie, rather, I was having a reoccurring nightmare that comes during the first two weeks of each semester, as I have to relive the pain and agony of searching for a parking space.
June. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and if things seem a little gayer than usual, that’s because it’s Pride Month.
I went to the 7-Eleven right across the street from campus yesterday to get a slurpee (you know the one located at 1661 E Colorado Blvd) and left empty-handed, sticky, and disgusted.
GET OUT. HIDE OUT. KEEP OUT. TAKE OUT. These were all thoughts that crossed my mind as I sat through two of the worst Youtube videos I’ve ever seen in my life during PCC’s active shooter drill Thursday morning.
Disclaimer: The following is the Lifestyle Editor’s sarcastic review of our campus’s wifi. No web browser’s cookies were crumbled during the making of this review.
Disclaimer: I’ve somehow managed to avoid writing a real life sports story for the past 2 semesters, taking the easy route and writing profile stories about coaches and feature stories on events happening during games. The following is the Lifestyle Editor’s sarcastic attempt at covering a sports game. No baseball players were harmed in the process of writing this critical review.