According to a recent study at Brigham Young University, Adderall has become increasingly common among college students looking for a boost during finals week and midterms. BYU turned to Twitter to determine how often Adderall was mentioned in students’ social media lives. Among 132,099 unique users, a total of 213,633 tweets mentioned Adderall between November 2011 and May 2012. This peaked during final exams, and were highest in the Northeast and the South. Keep reading »
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More than half a dozen current and former students filed a federal complaint against the University of Connecticut for the alleged mishandling of their sexual assault accusations.
Seven female students filed their complaint with the U.S. Department of Education’s Office for Civil Rights, following the lead of women from Emerson College in Boston and the University of North Carolina, among others. The complaint accuses UCONN of failing to follower the Title IX gender equity law by properly handling sexual misconduct cases on campus and preventing harassment.
One former student in the complaint is Kylie Angell, who graduated in May and now works as a nurse in a Connecticut hospital. Angell reported to UCONN’s Offie of Community Standards that she was raped by a fellow student in a dorm on the Storrs campus in July 2010. At a hearing in October 2010, her assailant was found guilty of sexual misconduct, breaking and entering, possession of drugs, and providing alcohol to a minor. He was expelled, but then filed an appeal. Only two weeks had passed before her assailant was allowed back to campus, Angell said, and she was not notified at all. In fact, she didn’t know her rapist had teruned until he approached her in a dining hall and “grazed [my elbow],” she said in a press conference on Monday night. “I was then met by heckling from his friend, who shouted at me that the perpetrator ‘was back.’” Keep reading »
A sophomore at Emerson College in Boston said the school discouraged her from reporting her off-campus sexual assault by a fellow student and took months to conduct their own investigation, which ultimately concluded in the alleged assailant being found “not responsible.” Sarah Tedesco filed a complaint with the U.S. Department of Education’s Office for Civil Rights last week.
According to Huffington Post, Tedesco was sexually assaulted off the Emerson campus on October 12, 2012, by two people, including a fellow Emerson student who lived in her residence hall. In an article published in February 2013 for Isis Magazine, an Emerson feminist online magazine, Tedesco wrote about the specifics of her rape: Keep reading »
The “poopetrator” who left human poop in the dorm laundry machines is still at large at Yale University. But fortunately the brown stuff that was smeared on clothing on Friday was just chocolate, not feces. Rumors are circulating that a “senior society” called the Pundits may have smeared chocolate on items hanging from a clothing line as a (gross) prank and then alerted the campus to it with an email from an account called email@example.com. I’m glad that the affected students/staff only had to wash chocolate, not shit, from their clothes. But I think I can probably speak for everyone on the Yale campus when I predict they’ll never look at chocolate the same way again. [Huffington Post] [Image of melted chocolate via Shutterstock]
Stuck in a senioritis rut? Would a class on “Downton Abbey” make you stop texting during a lecture? Camden County College in New Jersey is now offering a course called “Downton Abbey: Life In A Country House.” At first I wanted to laugh, but it actually sounds really interesting. The course covers things like “The Inheritance Problem: Marriage, Women And Property” and “Technology Intrudes: Lights, Phones And Cars.” Surprisingly, this isn’t the only “Downton”-focused college class available: Oakland University in Michigan also offers a course which meets at Meadow Brook Hall, a country-style house built in 1928. Students taking “The World of Downton Abbey: Revolution, Rebellion And Re-Creation” get to snack on scones and tea during class. But one important question: will they learn how to give a well-timed withering insult a la the Dowager Countess? [Vanity Fair; Detroit Free Press]
College! It’s all about exposure to new ideas, learning skills for your future career, and, oh yeah, ceaseless romantic floundering. After high school, higher education is likely the last time you will be around so many people of your own age all the time. Who could blame you for sleeping with
some a few many of them?
But just like those student loans that you’ll be paying off until retirement (haha, in this economy, do you think retirement will still be around when we’re old?), there’s going to be some sex you regret. Sex you wish you hadn’t had. Sex you wish you had had. Sex that you don’t want to tell anyone about except the anonymous comments section of The Frisky.
After the jump, here are our worst sex regrets from college. It’s only fair that you share your own! Keep reading »
Today, New York University costs around $43,000 annually for tuition alone. When I attended over 10 years ago, it was closer to $30,000 annually. If either of those two numbers make you feel short of breath, join me on the floor.
I was able to attend such an expensive school through a couple of scholarships, my parents’ generosity, and student loans. Hella student loans. These days, student loans dominate my entire life. I wish I were joking about that. While I sometimes feel regretful about making such big financial choices when I was young, dumb and 17, I try to remind myself of all the opportunities that I’ve had in life because of those choices. Maybe if I had gone to UCONN, the state school in my home state, I would have gotten a full ride or paid off any loans by now — but I also can’t say how my career would have gone.
But I certainly do wish I had gone through college behaving differently towards money. Here’s a couple of things I wish I’d known so I didn’t have to learn myself the hard way:
It is simple, what happened. I was an eager-eyed and relatively coy 18-year-old who was convinced that I was going to attend any four year university for acting, because I was a Capital A Actress. I applied to many schools for acting, I performed earnest monologues in front of expressionless adults behind a folding table. They thanked me for my time, my tights and sensible flats making me feel pulled together and adult. I wrote an essay about moving to California. The first paragraph contained the word “plucky,” which my eleventh grade English teacher Mr. Green circled with a red pen and scribbled “Good!” in the margin. I applied to Emerson College on a whim, as a backup plan, on the off chance that one of the prestigious and extremely competitive acting programs I applied to wouldn’t accept me. I navigated the hell that is the FAFSA, calling my father on the phone every night to make sure he got the papers and filled them out, pressing the papers into my mother’s hands, making sure that she did her part. I gathered all these things, I sent them in, I waited.
Emerson accepted me as a freshman — for writing, not acting — for the fall of 2000, a welcome relief after two weeks full of skinny rejection letters from various acting programs. I awaited the bounty of financial aid money that I would surely receive. Thanks to complications and a couple of sticky conversations about finances I mediated between my father and stepfather, it turned out that despite how it actually was, on paper, it looked like my combined parents made too much money to qualify for much financial aid, despite the fact that my mother and stepfather had already informed me they were not contributing to my higher education. What came was a paltry offering, an insult really, and not nearly enough money to pay for even one class, let alone an entire semester. After a week of tears and debate and gnashing of teeth, I had two options — apply to the state school in Buffalo, start in the spring semester and go to college in a town where it snowed from October to April, or defer admission at Emerson and reapply for financial aid. Deferring admission seemed the lesser of two evils, so I packed my bags and flew back to New York after high school graduation where I’d wait out my self-inflicted gap year. Keep reading »