From the ed

For about a week or so - well, exactly the duration of Spring Break to be precise - I have been boring my friends, close relatives, and the card-swipers at both Van Pelt and Pottruck with the revelations that I came to while spending almost an entire week with no human interactions. Yes, over spring break, as my peers were basking away on beaches, backpacking through Europe or chillaxing at home, I spent some quality time here in the Ill of delphia getting "caught up" on schoolwork. But this break was more of a didactic holiday where I truly learned what it was like to be . alone (and also how to get trapped inside of the tanning booths located at Hollywood Tans in Rittenhouse). Last week I spent my time watching old episodes of the O.C., reading about poverty, 'learning,' and lamenting the loss of my innocence. Some recent events: Captain America is dead; Harry Potter showed off his magic wand live onstage in London. Society, have we lost sight of what is good and pure? I also watched Titanic. Now, it was one thing for Rose tolet Jack slip to the bottom of the ocean when she promised that she would "never let go," (LIES) but killing off Captain America? What did he ever do, other than try to rid the world of evil? Is that so wrong? Then, upon a reviewing of The Sound of Music, to my dismay, I did not find the hills alive with the sound of music, the laughter of children, soft, black, shiny pebbles, packages, or tied string. Instead, I found them to be full of Nazi's. It was truly horrifying. In short, from the aforementioned experiences, four truths have arisen: solitude (especially in the confines of Van Pelt) is morally crippling it is possible to be trapped, nearly naked, inside of a tanning booth the tan achieved from the aforementioned experience is not worth the trauma that occurred to get said tan a life reexamined while slightly sunburnt, more so humiliated, and completely isolated finds that the writer (this author) has only gained five pounds but has no new insights on LIFE. That said, I fashioned my yellow highlighter as a stake, and stabbed those demons in their hearts. Revitalized, I am ready to rejoin society anew, only slightly jaded and with one definite truth: Only self-loathing idiots spend spring break in the library.