Claire Kunzier, Editor 

We have hit the wall. Actually, we hit the concrete wall while on fire and riding a bike down a hill. During the first week of May, I have three papers, of course all six pages and up, that all need their own research and understanding and have nothing to do with the other. As the week progresses, everyone is going to start throwing things at me to do and then we have final exams. I could really use a day off La Salle because I’ve hit the biggest wall of my life and I don’t want to do anymore work. I am 100 percent sure that the majority of students across the world feel the same way that I do, a hasty assumption, but everyone hates the end of the semester. It’s like someone took the speed and turned it up to max and shit is just flying at our faces. 

If I were a marshmallow I would be burned and dropped into the fire to melt away into the abyss. That might be dramatic BUT I’M TIRED. Can I please get a minute to breathe, please?