Ben Facey

Since deleting the Facebook App on my phone — something I suggest all of you do as well because it will add literally hours to your battery life — I rarely get the pleasure, well, displeasure of scrolling through my Facebook feed.

Last week was April Fool’s Day, the one day a year where terrible pranks and general mean-spirited jokes are both acceptable and expected.

 A little over two weeks ago, the mayor of my hometown of Williamsport, Pa. announced over Twitter that he would become the first mayor of a Pennsylvania town to publicly endorse Donald Trump for president.

I go to Penn, so obviously I am freaking out about what I am going to do this summer. It is already almost March and I do not have clear plans for June, so obviously I am already behind where I am supposed to be.

  On Friday night I would have told you that this has been a bizarre election cycle. I would have told you that Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump would win their respective primaries.

It might be surprising to hear, but I actually read The Daily Pennsylvanian, specifically the Opinion section. Since I mostly read when I am bored in class, I read the articles online.

Currently my body is ink-free, but I soon plan on changing that. I want a tattoo and have promised three different friends that I would get a tattoo with them in the next few months. Statistically, at least one of them won’t chicken out, so it’s very likely that within the next few months my ink virginity will be taken from me.