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Every year, as students approach graduation, the decision to walk or not to walk at the graduation ceremony seems to be a given for many. It is expected and prepared for as the moment of achievement after a long educational journey. But why, really, do we do it? And who is this ceremony really for?

It's May… The library is filling up with more bodies; the line at Peet's is getting a lil' obnoxious in length and aside from the aroma of anxiety, coffee and the late spring cold sneezing there will be fast food. That easy to grab, fits perfectly in your hand fast food. Dollar menu, value meal, latte, you name it and it's there.

Since it's launch in 2004, according to the site, Facebook has acquired over 500 million active users worldwide and that number continues to grow. This can be seen as a positive way of networking and making friends, however many people may not even know most of their "friends" and only speak with them via Facebook.

As the semester's end approaches, seniors across the campus scramble to finish their capstones, the culminating project that binds together a student's college education. Culmination. I find myself mulling this word in my head. Encapsulating, gathering all experiences, the end. But is this really the end? No, it is but the end to one chapter and the beginning to another.

The very first essential to sensuality is lubrication. Hands down, the smoother things move the better. Even for those of you who don't want to experiment with anything else, lube may be your best friend. One great thing about it is variety. Lube comes in different scents, flavors, textures, warming, cooling, or plain; there is definitely room to try others if you dislike one. Personal recommendation: Jo. If you have no partner and are doing only solo sessions, lube will increase your pleasure, so if you are having orgasms there is no excuse.

I was sitting at my computer the other night, messing around and trying to kill time on the mother of procrastinators, YouTube. In my search for bizarre entertainment, I stumbled upon a video detailing a declaration of war against the religion of Scientology. Up to this point, I had not known such a war was present, or what parties were involved in this struggle. Appealing to my curiosity, I began to slug through a series of various news articles and strange internet messages.

Just mention an ailment and odds are there is a pill you can take to make your problem disappear, at least that is the illusion pharmaceutical companies want us to have. But when we take these pills what are we really doing to our bodies? We aren't fixing the problem, we are just covering its effects.

The first time I saw a vibrator in Hot Topic I was shocked. Not an angry, "what the hell is this doing here?" kind of shocked, just the "interesting…." kind. This month when I pull out the latest issue of Cosmopolitan, I will likely read the embarrassing story of a woman travelling with her vibrator which was accidently turned on during travel and is making obnoxious (and obvious) sounds. This leads to the question: is everyone doing it?

On March 14, I opened the Monterey Herald to read that a homeschooled 7th grader won the Monterey County 2011 countywide spelling Bee Championship. Even though the boy didn't compete against adults or college students, his win made me think of why a homeschooled student and not a product of public education won the Bee.

Take a look around. How did you get where you are? I don't want to know if you walked, or drove-what I mean is, how did you arrive at your current station in life? Was there one big event in the past that changed everything for you, or has it been a series of minor decisions? Did you stumble into school at Cal State Monterey Bay (CSUMB), or was it more of a struggle?

We all have a place we call home. We walk through the doors and are instantly greeted with the noises of cooking, small brothers and sisters playing on the stairs and the sound of a relative watching TV in a distant room. This place smells like home too; a smell that excites the olfactory to recall fond and distinct memories of childhood and family. But for me, this Rockwellian concept came to a grinding halt recently as I now find myself "homeless."