It's around 12 o'clock on a sunny Tuesday afternoon. Gary Cattell is about to begin his work, as he does most days at this time. He has meticulously picked his spot at the base of the Willard Building steps, partially for acoustics, but mainly because a majority of students have classes there. He takes his position next to the steps with a plaza surrounded by bike racks and bushes. The Willard Preacher is ready to begin.
There are plenty of ways to spend your 21st birthday here in State College. There's the common Phryst celebration, the not-so-common chill night at home, and the always obvious get plastered and forget everything that happened situation. I went for the first option, and it's the one I suggest.
During the past few months, I’ve committed myself to a deep cleansing sabbatical of philosophical purification. Suddenly, all of my answers were questioned last week when I learned about the try-outs. I felt I needed to try out and begin my career as a journalist at the Collegian. September, whatever Thursday’s date was last week, at approximately 5:14 p.m, I began to prepare for my try-out. But I didn’t get that interview and I woke up into a nightmare. I didn’t make the cut. That’s when Onward State came to me. At my weakest moment of complete despair, they found a place for me. Sure, I had to re-agree to some ridiculous terms, like deadlines and participating, but they welcomed me with open arms. I shred myself of my Frat-tire, put on a dirty Pacsun v-neck, smoked a Marlboro red and entered the realm of my people.
Have a dollar and want to throw something at heathens? Well then here's the event for you.
The Atheist/Agnostic Association is setting up Stone an Atheist, three days of throwing water balloons at Penn State's own resident atheists and non-believers.
Penn State students have been looking for a way to help, and an organization named Darkness to Light has given the answer. This Sunday at 10am is the Penn State Walk For Prevention, an event aimed at preventing child abuse, and encouraging those who see signs to act immediately.
As you walk home from your late night weekend festivities, it’s pretty much inevitable that you’ll hear a snippet of a conversation between drunken passerby that, out of context, will force you to clap a shocked hand over your mouth to suppress an onslaught of uncontrollable laugher. Here are a few of the most ridiculous and entertaining tidbits that I -- and a few Onward State cohorts -- overheard on Beaver Avenue.