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I think I was happier this time than when Obama won in 2008; this year, I was more involved, I knew more, I canvassed, I voted--I was able to be a part of it. This win was my win, in a tiny, tiny way, and I had seen more of the other people whose win it was too.

Why is Dascomb the best freshman dorm on campus?

What happens on election day in a small college town in Ohio?

Leal, this one goes out to you.

Or, what #SoMeXco is all about and how our project is going to legit rock the world this weekend.

Let's be real-- classes aren't all that college is about.

Perhaps more than you might think.

I spent a lot of time with my nose in the air and a crick in my neck when I visited my friend at Yale this week.

So there I was, happy to be a part of such a legendary class. The teacher, Eric, was great. Such a funny and intelligent man, and quite the stereotypical yogi as well (except during a few momentary lapses when he cursed in class, which was absolutely hilarious).

Much fluff.

Now I know we can't all be lucky enough to have a roommate whose biggest flaw is being a Yankees fan, but you can trust that the Â鶹ÊÓƵ ResEd department puts in a LOT of time to make sure that you and your roommate are a good match.

It had been at least a year since I had been in this studio though, and I was excited to bring a camera with me.