I walked out and went to the edge. I was looking out over the Pitzer back parking lot, when suddenly a friend called out my name from a foot or two behind me. I started at the sound of his voice. "I’d almost forgotten he was coming," I thought, turning.

"Oh my god_______!" I exclaimed in greeting, forgetting the name in the same moment that I uttered the words.

Imagine my shock when I saw no one there.

When that post-Spring Break monotony sets in, second semester can be a truly depressing time. The weather is not quite acceptable, work begins to pile up, and the approaching summer promises nothing but another crummy job selling burritos to ungrateful hippies. At times like this, we all wish we could abandon the horrible facts of college life and return to the carefree, sheltered days of high school.

There is one feature that almost all great works of art have in common: universality. Although Stars in the Morning Sky, the newest production directed by Visiting Instructor Adrian Giurgea, is set in Russia, the play explores the universal message of finding hope in the face of tragedy. Alexander Galin’s play recounts how police forced all the prostitutes in Moscow, along with other "undesirables," to evacuate the city for the 1980 Olympics.

Even though Pomona’s campus can keep you entertained on most weekend nights with kegs (registered, of course) and lively social venues from private dorm parties to full-blown CCLA gala events, and although LA is a viable alternative for those who want to get away and get their groove on in an actual club or strut their latest attire on Melrose or Sunset, there is yet another option for fun and excitement.

Can I come back to school now? I am fine, but the Oklahoma City metropolitan area is very stupid. I am not sure that the days are passing at all. I sleep; I drive my brother around; I wait for my mother to leave, leave, leave leave leave! She promised she would move to Yuma to stay with Dad, but she keeps making up excuses. "We can’t afford to rent a car right now," she says.

If ever they were hard to resist, it would have been in Europe. Those French and Italians are just so damn suave with their leather, their bronzed complexions, their disinterest, and their cigarettes chicly dangling between their European fingers. And I was just a dirty, broke American backpacking through their countries; I yearned to taste their world of glamour.

Last Tuesday, Michael Lieberman ’02, Eric Gross ’02 and Andrew Jennings ’02 performed their first show together as Chandelier Down at Walker Coffee House. The band played a total of ten songs to a crowded audience, nine of them originals, five of them performed by Michael alone.