Straight out of Compton (Vol. 7)
Four (Really Trivial) Things This School Needs:
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Four (Really Trivial) Things This School Needs:
I've finally been outted by an online comment (don't we just love www.thecollegianur.com?) - I'm not really from Compton. My name just "grants me access to a pun," and to be honest, I didn't actually know who N.W.A. was. But whatever, we'll just call it irony that I actually come from the Midwest. I mean, St. Louis (my real hometown) is up there in standing, as far as rap music goes (until he semi-fell off the face of the earth, who didn't love Nelly? And J-Kwon and Chingy were clearly so legit). But I digress.
So last weekend -- what a doozy. After the week from hell of two five-page papers and a test, I thought I was going to explode. I mean, back in high school teachers never assigned us any more than one paper or test at a time. Don't college professors know that I've got iCal colors to coordinate and Facebook friend requests to accept? Well whatev, because I totally made up for it that Friday night.
Throughout my four years here at UR, I have felt strongly about many articles published by The Collegian, but have never felt so compelled to respond to anything until now -- yes, I am talking about Straight out of Compton (Vol. Too Many).
What was last Friday? It was "the night the lodge went wrong." For some, the complications of a lodge being shut down ruined the night, but I had ended up experiencing the joy of random fun. Plus, being removed from the actual lodge while in the midst of a lodge mindset and atmosphere allowed for some (deep and meaningful) reflection about our campus' obsession with lodge parties.
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