Blood drive coming to campus

Blood donations are always needed, but do you know what your donation can do for someone? The Blood Center of Wisconsin is always in need of blood donations. For years I never understood myself the importance of donating blood until I had a three-level spinal fusion and had to have two units transfused. I was able to store blood prior to surgery so I was given my own blood. But what about others whose surgeries or health do not allow this? For about an hour of your time, you can make a positive influence upon three lives. Without volunteer donations the blood supply for trauma victims, cancer patients, children living with sickle cell anemia and those with clotting disorders would be without the life sustaining power of blood. The steps to donating are simple. You can visit the Blood Drive on campus on Feb. 24, or the one on April 28 from 9AM – 2PM. Simply bring photo identification, be in general good health and have some time to spare. You may never meet a person whose life you have changed, but you will know that each time you donate you are making a huge difference in the lives of those who depend upon the blood of others to live. Since my surgery in 2010, I do my best to make regular donations and have reached a milestone of having donated over a gallon of blood. Please donate generously when it comes to giving blood now and in the future. You never know what the future may hold, but I know that I will donate until I cannot due to an unforeseen circumstance.

Article by Kari Tower-Sevick

The Night Before Finals

‘Twas the night before finals, and in the library
Many students were crying, their faces quite scary

The books were all opened, highlighted with care
In hopes that the answers they needed were there

The students were crashing, stress all in their head
Trying to remember just what their profs said

The Parkside Health Center was busy you see
With kids claiming fevers of one hundred and three

When suddenly out on the roof it appeared
It wasn’t the geese, but a fat guy with reindeer

“To the window!” I cried, but not to the wall
I wanted to see Santa, I was tired of fall

The moon was as high as the price at Brickstone
With its light I could tell Santa wasn’t alone

I rubbed my eyes, because I must be tired
Our cops had denied him, ranger card required

“Do you know who I am?!” shouted Santa with fury
He had presents to give out, he was in quite a hurry

“There’s cheat sheets for Johnny and lab notes for Noel
And here, prayers for Jack, his GPA’s shot to hell”

With a swift kick Rudolph sent the cops off the roof
They landed in snow with a nice, gentle poof

No one else in the library noticed a thing
All their eyes were now puffy from all the crying

“But Santa’s outside!” I tried rousing a senior
“MY THESIS IS DUE” I heard 20 times meaner

Frustrated I left the library to see
Santa now in the hall, atop the zamboni

On top of his back was a duffle so big
It had all of the cheat sheets, from bio to trig

“To the library, Santa!” I called out with glee
He told me to be patient, to just wait and see

I smelled something strange then, not cookies or milk
Something was burning, was it Santa’s red silk?

The zamboni was not filled with water, but gas!
What was Santa doing?! Frantic I warned the class

“GUYS WE HAVE TO GET OUT SANTA’S TORCHING THE PLACE”
That was met with some death threats and slaps in the face

With a dash, I ran to where Santa was waiting
He held up a flier, like he was debating

“You have a school paper?” He asked with a smile
“I’m the editor” I said, my eyes on the tile

“So was I!” he replied, pocketing the lighter
If possible, I swore that his beard just got whiter

“Schools with newspapers are too special to burn
Study hard for finals, you have much to learn”

He tossed me the cheat bag and vanished like that
Leaving nothing behind but his classic red hat

Back in the library I must have been dreaming
Which would’ve been hard amidst all of the screaming

But I heard jingle bells and felt up on my head
There was santa’s hat, just as white and as red

I ran to the window and saw a reindeer hoof
Santa waved goodbye and launched the sleigh off the roof

And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight
“Man there’s nowhere to park unless you take class at night!”

by Maggie Lawler

Selling meth to pay for college, what Breaking Bad has taught us all

Like most college students, I weep when I see how much tuition costs. If it gets any higher, we won’t even be able to afford our ramen. So let’s think about the positive messages we’re learning from today’s media. How can you go from broke to rich in a matter of months? Well, Mr. White, after you put some pants on we can go over the fine arts degree you’ll need to pursue. What? No. I’m not talking about Studio Art. I’m thinking bigger than that. Bigger even than Picasso’s blue period. I’m talking about that blue crystal. Grab your lab coats and follow me down the wonderful rabbit hole known as meth cooking.

Now I know what you’re thinking, “I’ve seen Breaking Bad, and it didn’t end up okay for Walter!” And to that I would reply, “ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?” Let’s take a look back at what happened. If you haven’t seen the end of Breaking Bad yet, stop reading. There are spoilers ahead. Walter didn’t die because of meth, you might have missed the part where he had terminal cancer. What any college student wouldn’t kill to be making all of that…what’s the word Pinkman? Cheddar? The entire TV show had me wishing I’d paid better attention in science class. High school is something I’ve tried to tune out for the most part, but all I can really remember from chemistry is my teacher threatening to take my cell phone away and not give it back. And that was back in a time where smart phones were just a dream.

I mean, yeah. There’s definitely some danger involved if you’re going to become a drug lord, but you don’t have to go as deep as Heisenberg (although a clever nickname is required). The key is to get out before you bury yourself in hundred dollar bills, although that’s very tempting. Settle for a swimming pool full of twenties. Fifties and hundreds just make you seem greedy.

I guess what I’m trying to tell you is that college is expensive, but we’ve only just scratched the surface. There’s an entire world out there full of dirty drug money, and it’s waiting for us to go out and find it.

by Maggie Lawler