» Daniela Lopez

A certain Sunday every year, brings together a confusing mix of eggs and bunnies colored with an overwhelming brightness of baby colors that would make any proper goth, or mere pessimist cringe upon sight.

High unemployment rates, rising food prices and a severe drought, are just some of the hurdles many people in the Central Valley have to jump, in order to get enough food for their families.

Hey feds, how about a little bonus? Or maybe we’ll just call it an individualized stimulus package, or better yet, how about giving a broke college kid a tiny bailout?

“If you’re in the marriage business, do it equally.” This was the powerful statement made by one of the attorneys representing same sex couples last Thursday in San Francisco.

Escaping financial worries to even the relaxing sound of The Beatles becomes almost impossible when grudgingly realizing ‘love is [NOT] all you need,’ in this weakened economy.

We have this gigantic new building and it’s barred from our access by a power outage caused by old infrastructure equipment? Nice.

Apparently, my vagina is angry. I was very clearly informed of its alleged rage last Sunday when I attended the production of “The Vagina Monologues” at the Satellite Student Union.

In the midst of a national economic struggle, has it become economy versus safety? Do our financial woes warrant the lack of implementing a system that would keep the public safe from sexual predators?

Excuses: We all them; we’ve all given them. Some of us are more clever, or more creative than others when formulating them, but we all never fail to pop one right out when the need calls for it.