The birthday suit-clad runners who get caught during the Mifflin Streak are no different from the drunken 18- to 20-year-olds who risk the walk home every weekend night. Just because other people do it every year doesn't mean it isn't illegal.
Tomorrow, July 4, is when we, as Americans, celebrate our freedom, our liberties and our nation.
My name is Terry Casey, and I'm a coffee addict.
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The ceremony is less than three weeks away and I’ll be done with all things class-related next Tuesday. As I wait for the day when I’ll slap a mortarboard on my head and shake Graham Spanier’s hand vigorously, I find myself reflecting on some of the things that I’ve learned as a student here at Penn State.
I’m a firm believer that everyone has a story to tell. We all have something fascinating to share, and I hope all of you will continue to do so.
Well, I guess this is it. In just a few short days, I will be finished with college. Finished with Penn State. The place I was deathly frightened to come to will be a place I’m even more frightened to leave.
Someday, when cleaning my parent's attic, I hope to stumble across an old friend--my Apple computer, complete with a floppy disk drive.
They mock me. Sure, they don't know they are doing it. They sunbathe on HUB lawn. They make a mid-day bar stop at Café 210, drinking Long Island iced-teas, a gentle breeze in their hair, warm sun on their skin, careless, worry-free.
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