I really don't want to come back to Macalester next semester. Never have I ever felt so isolated, so hated, or so misunderstood. No, I'm not white. No, I'm not a republican. Stop assuming I am.

POP! BLAM! WOW! Panspemia's how life started on Earth, POP! BLAM! WOW! One day an alien said to his pal, "Let's throw some stuff at the Earth!" POP! BLAM! WOW! The alien said, "hey what should we throw?" "ORGANIC MATTER SOUNDS GOOD TO ME BRO!"The aliens reached down into their pants, they threw some poop and it landed in France!

Marco is a gift to this world .

Part of the reason I decided to come here revolved around the fact I didn't see the word "service" or anything like that in any of the admissions material. I came here to focus solely on my education, not to help others. As I continued in my studies, however, I realized the privilege involved in such a stance. I now recognize the need to advocate from the position I have for disenfranchised groups, and now I'm getting a Master's degree to work in a largely service-based industry and there's nothing else I'd rather do. I can't imagine going through this change without Macalester.

So thanks Mac :)

Whenever I masturbate now, I start hiccupping halfway through. So if you ever hear me hiccupping, you'll know why.

My left stroke just went viral

Overheard in cafe mac: "he's gonna Crum! He's gonna Crum!"

It wasn't until sitting in the midst of the many strong survivors of sexual assault and violence during the Imprints talk that I finally felt empowered enough to call a non consensual sexual encounter that I had before coming to Mac what it really was: rape.