National Siblings Day.  I would like to take this opportunity to give a shoutout to all the siblings out there—we love and appreciate you every day.  Also huge shoutout to the people who constantly remind me that my brother did just about everything on campus that I do, but that he did it first and probably better (*cough cough* such as this column).

The Bald and the Beautiful.  To all of you about to cut off your glorious locks for St. Baldrick’s and Memorial Hospital, you are champions!  Pro tip: If you want to avoid having your head look like a world map, you might want to book a salon appointment for the next day.  I hear the “Zach Auguste” is all the rage these days.

Dartying.  Not to be confused with “DARTing,” this term is facing evaluation from the Oxford English Dictionary Committee for New English Words.  Currently defined by the prestigious Urban Dictionary, its meaning speaks for itself.

Darty: noun.  ˈdär-tē  Daytime party.  Similar to tailgating, minus the sporting event.  “Senioritis has induced in some the intense desire to darty.”



DARTing.  ‘Tis the season.  Late night angst, early morning frustration, people cursing at their computers and sending frantic emails to their advising deans, and unlimited contingency plans.  But all hope is not lost!  You just might have a friend who will auction his DART time in exchange for that stash of unused flex points you have.  Some call it the black market.  I call it capitalism.

Surveys on surveys on surveys.  I literally just filled out a survey on my preferences for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  What that information could possibly be used to evaluate, I do not know, but I filled it out anyway.  So in the spirit of community, I encourage you all to swallow your pride and fill out those annoying Facebook surveys that your friends post for their (insert here) class.  Because do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

All the Activities.  For some reason, everyone thinks it’s a good idea to schedule every event, performance, and assignment in the last three weeks of the semester.  Because obviously all we have to do in life is go to that one event and there’s no possible way that we could have a conflict.  Maybe this is college’s messed up way of teaching us that no matter how hard we try, we can never please everyone.

Meadow Jackson is a sophomore political science major who hopes to continue her education at Notre Dame even after the publication of this article.  If you have comments or suggestions, she can, as always, be reached at