I hate this time of year. The professors are struggling to finish their lectures and squeeze that final paper in, almost like their class is the only one their students have. The smell of coffee and all-nighters is in the air. It reminds me just how little I have learned about time management in my two years of college.

Fairly recently I was reminded of how real modern racism is in our neck of the woods. I found out that the second largest branch of the Ku Klux Klan is located in Dawson Springs, no more than an hour and a half from Western. I am amazed at how people are still capable of considering racism a logical idea.

I have always taken pride in my moral consumerism. I try not to be a consumer whore and buy things like $100 pre-faded jeans or Chuck Taylors after they were bought by Nike. But even with my concern about support of businesses and their ethics, I seem to have missed the truly filthy business practices of the pornography industry.

I think I have a grasp on what the stereotypical college spring break is supposed to be. I mean, we have all seen the commercials for “Girls Gone Wild.” I am supposed to pay a couple thousand dollars and take a trip to Florida or Mexico. I am supposed to get plastered 24/7 and fry my brain and skin on the beach.