Ranking Ithaca’s PSL Picks: A Hunt For The Best Beverage

The other day, after seeing dead leaves on the ground and feeling a slight breeze on my shoulders, I smelled it. Notes of nutmeg, cinnamon, and cloves mixed with the comforting and creamy flavors of coffee and milk. My legs took me to the nearest coffee shop to buy my favorite fall drink: the Pumpkin Spice Latte. 

HUA | Plastic Straw Paranoia

I collapsed into a chair in Libe with my third coffee of the day in hand. It was a typical college experience: running on little to no sleep for the third night in a row, desperately trying to cling on to every single neuron as I tried to finish everything before I lost another night of sleep. As I let out a long sigh, my friend shot daggers at me with her eyes. “What?” I asked, not entirely hiding my exasperation. “This is the second plastic straw you used today,” she replied, angry at my apparent lack of environmentalist fervor.

There's More To School Than School

This goes out to Peter Davis ’09, a fellow Glen Altschuler protégé, who both champions all of my column victories and also mostly just thinks I’m an idiot.
This is a piece of writing that is subversive. I want to tell you all a little fable about the little genius that could, but wouldn’t anymore. Maybe, you, then, Cornell masses, will mutiny and realize that you’re actually in COLLEGE. The land of beer and honeys. Stop crying to your dad on your cell phone in Olin café, vaguely trying to obscure your face with a copy of this fine publication. You do actually still get a degree from Cornell if you get B’s. Even C’s. Pull yourself together.