Inconveniences of air travel don’t detract fun

As a result of the recent fuselage breakage incident that took place on a Southwest Boeing airplane, air travel has not been viewed in the most positive of lights. We all have certain fears about flying, and it is a rather serious endeavor, but I get such a thrill and pleasure out of the flying experience as a whole.

For me, most of the entertainment takes place in the airport. I love airports. I spend most of my time people watching and contemplating the endless possibilities of someone's "story" that I make up in my mind. Do you think that man and woman are dating? Hmm, their body language is a bit awkward and they are wearing professional clothes—maybe they are on a business trip?

Once it's time to go through security, make sure to have your identification and boarding pass readily available. The security guy hardly cracks a smile as I hand him my NY License and flimsy boarding pass. He takes out his handy dandy flashlight and grills my ID as if I am a terrorist hiding weapons in my Vera Bradley duffle. The girl in front of me looked like Lily Pulitzer barfed all over her, yet the guard was just as serious. Better safe than sorry.

If you are a frequent traveler, you are prepared for the routine that takes place at the security belt. By the time I'm up to the security belt, I've already got my laptop in hand, shoes off, liquids in plastic bags and jewelry clutched in my fist. Unfortunately, it is probable that you will get behind the traveler who takes their sweet time during this process, and when they approach the security belt, they have merely squinted at the sign to see what size liquids are acceptable. Three ounces, people.

If you manage to make it this far without being chosen at random for a full-body frisking, it's time to proceed to the gate listed on your ticket. All of a sudden, you are swarmed by travelers in every direction, and the airport begins to look more and more like a shopping mall. Something I find funny about airports is that regardless of the time of day, it seems acceptable to eat whatever you want before your flight. It's 9 a.m. and you're chomping down a Big Mac or a full chicken parm dinner? There's no way I am sitting near you on the plane.

"We are now boarding all passengers in group C." If you fly on a seat-yourself airline like Southwest, this announcement usually results in passengers swarming to their respective poles, anxious to fight for the last two window or aisle seats. Once you've mashed yourself in between those two people you saw eating McDonalds, you pray they won't start biting your ear off. Sure enough, the man sitting to your left has a niece who graduated from Loyola, so you can't help but dread the hours of forced enthusiasm that await you.

The flight attendant finally interrupts the painful conversation by offering free drinks. I obviously always choose to order a ginger ale because, as Mommy taught me when I was five, it settles your stomach. Suddenly, the plane begins to shake and the pilot gets on the loud speaker: "We are currently experiencing some turbulence in the area. We should start to fly smoothly again in about 10 minutes or so." As much as you can claim you have no fear of flying, you can't help but think for that split second, "What if we went down?" Then your heart starts beating out of your chest, and your hands get all clammy, and suddenly you are convincing yourself that there's no way the plane can crash because Rihanna is sitting three rows ahead of you, and how dare a plane crash with a superstar on board. The flight gets smooth again and you sigh to yourself in relief. The next song you choose to play on your iPod is Bob Marley's "Everything Is Gonna Be Alright."

As the plane begins to descend, the flight attendant catches you with your headphones in and iPod on and restates her words of authority, "ALL electronics must be powered OFF."

As soon as the wheels hit the ground and the plane has safely landed, you anxiously reach into your carry-on bag and turn your phone on. No text messages. No BBMs. Only an email from the New York Times. I guess you're really not as important as you think.

Once you've exited the plane, you weave through people and rush to the exit, nauseated yet heartwarmed by people holding "WELCOME HOME" signs and flowers for their loved ones. After spending hours of travel time people watching and curiously observing strangers, you can't help but wonder if anyone is looking at you and thinking to themselves: "What's her story?"

FOX’s teen drama Glee illustrates perils of underage drinking

The power of Glee has reached a whole new level. The show started off as a simple group of high school students battling between the desire to be popular and being a nerd in the Glee club (more formerly known as New Directions.) Working off of its high horse, Glee has recently featured celebrities such as John Stamos and Gwenyth Paltrow, but that's not all. The show, at times a heartwarming depiction of reality and at others ridiculously farfetched, has now begun to incorporate teaching life lessons into every episode.

One of the first issues tackled was bullying. Dave, the Glee character who plays the role of the consistent slushy-throwing bully, finally came around a little bit in the premiere of the spring season. He was so inspired by the choreographed dance to "Thriller" at the halftime show that he hopped right on the field to join in and forgot about all the tension and differences.

The following episode revolved around Valentine's Day and featured many love songs. Here comes the unexpected: Puck, the hot football jock, fell for Lauren, the nerdy, female wrestler. Maybe opposites do attract. In this same episode, everybody caught mono, mainly because Quinn cheated on Sam with Finn. Here it seemed as if the directors of Glee were teaching us that it is wrong to cheat on your boyfriend or girlfriend.

The third episode was all about the Bieber experience. Well…I guess the only lesson learned here was that Bieber Fever really does exist. I'M A BELIEBER!

The most recent episode, "Blame it on the Alcohol," tackles one of the most controversial issues in our society: underage drinking. The audience of college students probably all had a similar reaction: "YES! THEY'RE GONNA GET DRUNK!" Parents of younger children and high school students might have been disappointed, claiming that the episode sent a provocative message. However, it wasn't until the end of the episode that viewers realized that Glee actually approached this topic with a smarter strategy.

After the Glee club performed "Tik Tok" by artist "Key-dollar-sign-HA," the episode came full circle. As bothersome as it was to watch the Brillo-headed teacher Mr. Schuester act as a father-figure to the kids in Glee club, the overall message made complete sense. Underage drinking is inevitable. Although our parents and elders may not accept it, the least they can do is be available for us, rather than scare kids into making even worse decisions.

Maybe you drank in high school, maybe you didn't. Maybe you drink in college, maybe you don't. Maybe you were an early bloomer and started drinking in seventh grade. I remember my first drink, and I certainly didn't come running home to share the news with my mom and dad. Instead, I rummaged through the fridge when I got home to find anything with garlic or chocolate to cover up the smell in my mouth.

Things have certainly changed since that day, mainly because I did my best to respect my parents and their rules as they respected me as a growing teenager. They were by no means buying me bottles of Bacardi Razz and pouring me shots before my friend's Sweet Sixteen; however, I did know that my dad would pick me up at any time and anywhere without question. To this day, my dad still wouldn't deny me this promise. (Yes, he is the greatest man I know.)

At the end of the day, Glee is making a smart move. Although the show might appeal to the younger crowd, there are a large amount of adult Gleeks out there. Maybe those extremely strict parents with kids who get blood alcohol poisoning their first night out at college might rethink the way they handle underage drinking.

So fellow classmates, if you ever find yourself in an unsafe situation due to drinking, just call Mr. Schuester's cell and he will pick you up no matter where you are—even if it means he has to drive all the way to Baltimore from McKinley High in Ohio or some flashy set in L.A. Or you could call my dad.

And that's what you missed on…GLEE!

Greek life at Loyola would only complicate a divided campus

Last weekend was the conclusion to Loyola's sorority and fraternity pledge week. The sororities on Guilford Avenue were excited to announce that they have received the highest number of recruits in the history of Loyola, and the fraternities on York Road didn't share much information, though we do hear they plan to throw more keg parties than ever this spring.

One of the rules during pledge week for sorority Kappa Kappa Gamma was that no pledge could look another member of the sorority in the eye on campus or acknowledge pledges of other sororities.

Rumor has it one freshman recruit for KKG forgot to wear sunglasses on the bridge and accidentally waved to someone she thought was her RA. It wasn't her RA—it was the Member Chair of KKG. She received a note in her mail stop later that day stating: "you made the glance, you lost the chance. You're out." Not even an extra-large Red Mango fro-yo with extra strawberries could cheer her up.

The fraternities have been taking a more competetive approach. Rather than ignoring each other on the bridge, the upperclassmen of fraternities such as Delta Phi and Kappa Sigma run up to their freshman pledges and whack them with lacrosse wands or trip them with their hockey sticks.

Pledges interested in joining the lacrosse players' fraternity were forced to bring their sticks everywhere they went; they attached leashes to them and used them to take notes in class, used them like a bindlestiff to carry their books; and if a girl approached them, would place their lacrosse sticks between them gaze into the mesh net of their sticks while saying, "Sorry, I'm taken."

Though none of this is terribly far-fetched, you catch my drift. None of this happened. But imagine if it did.

Imagine a world at Loyola where the already egotistical sports players and brand-occupied girls walked on the stone decorated campus feeling an even stronger power because they were part of Greek life.

The other night, I was finally next in line after a long wait for a bar bathroom. I was approached by a girl who, with arms folded, gave me the death stare and said, "I'm a senior."

All I said back to her was "Cool. I'm a junior…"

Though I would have loved to grab a lacrosse stick and whack her or trip her with a hockey stick like my fellow frat-bro's would do, I held back and let her take her pride and pee into the beer-soaked seatless toilet.

That night, all I could really think was how grateful I was to St. Ignatius for keeping Loyola grounded as a truly Jesuit institution. Even though there might be a certain divide between grades at Loyola, it doesn't come close to the segregation schools with Greek life experience. Loyola may have a hierarchy of sorts, but if we can live without the abundance of theme parties and deal with having at least '80s night and a hoedown or two, I'm content with the nonexistence of Greek life.

New zodiac signs don’t change what the stars have in store

A few weeks ago, news spread that the original zodiac sign you've grown up to believe in may, in fact, be false. Astronomers have proven that the stars alignment with the earth has shifted, causing Zodiac signs to move back a month. As easily as we can believe that our daily horoscope truthfully predicts the future, we can freak out because we've been living a lie up until this moment.

I was born on June 18; therefore I defined myself as a Gemini my entire life. When this astronomer came in and ruined it for all of us, I immediately Googled my daily and weekly horoscopes to see if I still believed my Gemini predictions were true. I wasn't ready to become a Taurus.

I pulled up the daily horoscope for Gemini and the first thing I read was "You are looking great today."

Well, thank you! I did go to the gym this morning before class and spent a few extra minutes putting together a nice outfit. I even put a little mascara on my eyelashes and adorned my ears with shiny white pearls. I continued to read that people notice my great smile—I mean, I did spend seven years in braces and had 19 teeth pulled out for this money-maker smile. So good to hear that someone is finally noticing it. Thank the stars!

The Gemini horoscope also predicted that the following day would be one of my best days this month. The stars were right again! I woke up to a PM Evergreen email informing students and faculty that school was closed due to the "inclement" weather of 2 inches of snow—the grass was still visible. I enjoyed my day eating chicken salad from the Evergreen and watching She's The Man, two of my absolute favorite things.

And then there is love. People usually skim over the beginning of their horoscopes and go immediately to the section that defines their love life. I am not going to lie—sometimes I am that girl. Apparently, my patience has been fading recently for love, but I should stay aware because someone is going to enter my life very soon.

Finally! I've been at Loyola for 5 semesters now and still haven't found the love of my life. All I want to do is be able to get married in the chapel and have my reception at Craigs. I can't wait to meet you, whoever you might be.

Now that I was up-to-date on my horoscope as I knew it to be, I decided to look into the predictions for a Taurus in case I was forced to conform my personality. Taurus made absolutely no sense to me.

It was like a ballerina trying to dance hip-hop for the first time. It was like drinking a Pepsi when Coca-Cola is all I ever knew. It didn't feel right.

The Babylonians came up with the Zodiac signs thousands of years ago. Yes, the stars have shifted. Yes, science might try and tell you that your sign has changed. But when it comes down to it, the Western Zodiac signs remain the same, as they were when the Babylonians invented the concept.

Sure, I choose to ignore all of the bad that my horoscope predicts. I also choose to ignore the fact that since the age of 13, horoscopes have been promising the encounter of the man I will marry, the business I will run, and the presidency I will experience, none of which have actually happened. I am and will forever be a Gemini, and no one can stop me to think otherwise.

Back in black and white... or green and grey

On my return back to the USA, I unfortunately fell behind in updating my blog. For one thing, I am not traveling to amazing cities in Europe every weekend. My life has gone back to that of a typical college student. However, since I still have a passion for writing and humorous writing for that matter, I decided to update my blog with my recent Opinion Articles for the Greyhound (Loyola's Newspaper).

http://www.loyolagreyhound.com/