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Completely un-Photoshopped for anything other than size, because I’m le tired… From left to right: My former mini-boss (News Editor Emeritus), Bob, and Luke. My former mini-boss and Luke, cheesing for the camera when she needs to be writing that damn article… Bob! My former mini-boss, Luke, and L., who is the current Assistant News Editor. From a couple of weeks ago, the Sexy Leprechaun (Entertainment Editor) and our Opinions Editor dressed up for the Multimedia Night (music, movies, stand-up comedy, and live bands–much fun). Those two again. Ow, ow. And last but not least, me breaking my no-pictures rule. I hope I’m easily identifiable. This was taken before I…

It’s 00:50, and power on the Rose campus just came back on. For twelve hours, Rose has been on its knees, with no Internet, no lights, no air conditioning, and, in my residence hall, no plumbing. I was getting ready to take my last Gender Issues exam when the power in the office started fluctuating and turning on and off both regularly and quickly. I ran around and quickly turned off all the computers and the printer, since the last thing I wanted was for Luke to have to spend any more of the Thorn’s money on equipment. What was the common sentiment on campus as soon as the power…

So the Thorn’s final issue, a commemorative issue to Dr. Hulbert, our departing president, is done. I just e-mailed the PDFs to our printer, right at the 05:00 deadline. I ended up becoming only one of the halves of a lap onto which the paper was dropped. I look at what’s finished, and I realized I did very, very little. How disappointing. We were supposed to have most of the content in by April 30, so we wouldn’t be doing this shit at 04:30 on the night before distribution. I, however, didn’t write my story until Monday this week, dragging my heels because I didn’t want to write my first-ever…

The Thorn office has cleared out. Bob (who I love to death) had been loitering and complaining all evening, and Laura (a nice girl woman) had just sort of been in the way, blocking access to resources I needed. They kept talking to me, meaning I couldn’t keep my headphones on loud and focus on work. But now I’ve got until 07:30 before I need to shower and get ready for class, and I can work straight through the night until then, no interruptions. Oh, yeah.

Is there any other phrase better designed to cause quenched, beaten down, silenced resistance to flare back up in a blaze of semi-impotent fury? After I (admittedly) got my ass whooped in the wee hours of the morning earlier today, I was going to stop stealing someone’s knife and lay off with the permanent marker drawings on the back of his neck. When I woke up after my two-hour nap after said fight unable to lift my arms above my head or type/write for more than ten seconds without needing a break, I was going to stop using Luke as my punching bag just so I could stop having my…