» Valerie Nevens

Shaw is a battlefield—fellow drivers cut you off when it’s time to merge and as you approach campus, pedestrians walk against the light, causing the tailgating jerk behind you to honk his horn.

Count Dracula emerges on stage ready to drain the veins of another victim, but just as he aims for the jugular, the unthinkable occurs—his plastic fangs fall out and go down the front of the victim’s blouse.

As the graduate of a Christian school I can still recall the cool kids in back of the chapel passing notes back and forth about the teacher’s pet sitting front row center as the pastor preaches a fire and brimstone sermon inspired by James 4:11 “Do not speak evil of one another, brethren.”

After moving into a creepy old house, in the middle of nowhere, Coraline (voiced by Dakota Fanning) is left to her own devices after her workaholic parents (voiced by Teri Hatcher and John Hodgman) dismiss her and tell her to “go count how many windows are in this house.”

It could have been just another average Friday night—shoving popcorn down my throat at the $3 theater in celebration of completing another week of assignments.

The keyboardist plays the initial chord, signaling the drummer to take out his wire brushes and start setting the tune’s mood with rhythm and tempo.

While only a select few were nominated for the 2009 Academy Awards, and even fewer won, the one award still up for grabs at the Oscar preshow is the dreaded worst dressed label—an award most Hollywood stars do their best to avoid.

The Vagina. For years society has provided women with ways to “enhance” this “dirty” body part. Walk down the aisle at a local supermarket and you’ll see the variety of scented douches. Open a copy of “Playboy” and see the multitude of shaven patterns designed near the models’ nether regions.

Skulls, cave paintings and Darwin’s classic evolutionary image of the progression of man are the fundamental elements of pieces currently on display in the Dean’s Gallery.