Courtesy | Unsplash It’s me again — your old boy, Joseph Oldsboy. I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, so I’ll be quick with the summary: I took a break from Hillsdale, spent the time when I wasn’t writing for The Collegian in striving to conform my life to the norms...
Midterms are rough on everyone. They’re like a gaping, evil hole of hell right in the middle of the semester. Almost before you know it, that President’s Ball high has worn off, leaving you with nothing but the bare shell of an existence until Olds Glow. That, and more than two whole midterms to take...
We’re all adults here, so we need to have a frank talk about Dante. I’ve been in Great Books I for a few weeks now, and it’s been fantastic so far. That is, until my prof started reading Dante’s “Inferno” through some twisted, dirty-minded lens. He took the story of Paolo and Francesca — a sweet,...
I could still recite the Apostles’ Creed on my second try, so I probably wasn’t drunk, strictly speaking. It’s me again, Joseph Oldsboy. A gang of my friends dragged me off to a Manning Street party last weekend, but it’s OK because I went to confession afterward. You see, I’d been raised different. In my...
My first mistake was requesting “The Sound of Music” for movie night at the monastery. No, really — for those of you who don’t know already, I was in a monastery over fall break after I accidentally missed Swing Club. I’m thankful for my monastic stint, but I’ve since realized that I’d actually probably been called...