Bicyclists can be spotted all over campus. But should you just hop on and start riding? Or are there things you should know about sharing the road with other vehicles and students? Here's a few thoughts.
In an effort to promote an open dialogue between members of the Penn State administration and the student body, the University Park Undergraduate Association is hosting a 'Student Town Hall Forum' on Wednesday September 19th from 4:30 pm until 6 pm.
To comply with the new Pennsylvania Voter ID law, expiration date stickers for Penn State issued ID+ cards are now available for pickup so that the cards can be used as valid identification at the polls in November.
It's around 12 o'clock on a sunny Tuesday afternoon. Gary Cattell is about to begin his work, as he does most days at this time. He has meticulously picked his spot at the base of the Willard Building steps, partially for acoustics, but mainly because a majority of students have classes there. He takes his position next to the steps with a plaza surrounded by bike racks and bushes. The Willard Preacher is ready to begin.
There are plenty of ways to spend your 21st birthday here in State College. There's the common Phryst celebration, the not-so-common chill night at home, and the always obvious get plastered and forget everything that happened situation. I went for the first option, and it's the one I suggest.
During the past few months, I’ve committed myself to a deep cleansing sabbatical of philosophical purification. Suddenly, all of my answers were questioned last week when I learned about the try-outs. I felt I needed to try out and begin my career as a journalist at the Collegian. September, whatever Thursday’s date was last week, at approximately 5:14 p.m, I began to prepare for my try-out. But I didn’t get that interview and I woke up into a nightmare. I didn’t make the cut. That’s when Onward State came to me. At my weakest moment of complete despair, they found a place for me. Sure, I had to re-agree to some ridiculous terms, like deadlines and participating, but they welcomed me with open arms. I shred myself of my Frat-tire, put on a dirty Pacsun v-neck, smoked a Marlboro red and entered the realm of my people.