Getting any sexually transmitted disease is a terrifying thought for most. The fact that some strains may go on to cause even more life threatening illnesses, such as cancer, only adds to the fear.

Here at Wash. U., we tend to have a bit of a problem with the way the rest of the world views us, and we can spend a great deal of time justifying our choice of school to the rest of the world. But we’re not exactly doing anything to help ourseleves with the prevalence of things such as #washuproblems on campus.

Last week, I received my first flu shot and was surprised by how easy it was. I walked in, filled out the forms, waited for my turn and then was administered the vaccine. All in all, it took approximately 20 minutes from the time I entered Student Health Services.

The road to the GOP nomination for the 2012 elections has been a long and rocky one. With no clear, single frontrunner, the candidacy is wide open for most of the 10 official candidates. For some people, however, the 10 potentials we have are not good enough.

You wake up on the floor of your room after a long night of partying. Your hair is a mess, your pajamas are on backwards (assuming you’ve got them on), and you’re pretty sure that that nasty odor is not only coming from you, but it also smells like vomit. You can barely remember the events of the previous evening, but no big deal, right?

When I came to Washington University, I promised myself I’d try to be healthier. Walk everywhere. Go to the gym. Eat better. The usual stuff. Of course, once I realized that the walk to the art school while trying to manage an unwieldy portfolio was next to impossible at 7:30 in the morning, I started taking Campus Circ.

Imagine for a moment that it’s your first day of college. You’ve finally managed to get all your boxes and bags up to your fourth-floor suite and are joyfully unpacking and anticipating all the amazing experiences you’ll have in there over the course of the year.

Aug. 15, 2011, was a day that should change reality television forever. On that day, Russell Armstrong, the estranged husband of Taylor Armstrong of Bravo’s “Real Housewives of Beverly Hills,” committed suicide.