In an essay in The Wall Street Journal, a professor of public policy at the University of Chicago gives members of the Class of 2012 10 pieces of advice that he believes are actually useful to 22-year-olds.

In her final column, Amelia Brown '12 lets us in on the elusive behind-the-scenes process of the Cornell Fashion Collective show. And no, it's not like Project Runway.

Becky Lee '12 contemplates collective memory and all things Cornell as she bids a fond farewell to her column writing days. 

President David Skorton sends seniors off by answering the question: how do Cornell experiences translate to the real world?

Grad student Ben Koffel prepares Cornell's soon-to-be graduates for their impending quarter-life crises.

From Steven Colbert campaigning for president in Barton to Andy Bernard making over the world in Cornell's image, it's been a wild four years on the Hill. With Drake's beats still ringing in our ears, we take a fond look back:

“This mass of third rate product from Sun editors and ‘Senior Writers’ is most discouraging. I shudder at what your junior writers produce and will not even read any of their writing for fear of nausea or worse,” one dedicated reader wrote during my tenure as associate editor of this paper.

For over a year, all letters to the editor arrived in my mailbox, greeting me each groggy morning after another late night at The Sun, with rants no less passionate than that one above. You see, my job required that I select the letters to the editor for publication.

Dear Cornell,

Well, everything started with a letter, so it is only fitting that I end with one.

I was eight years old when I first decided I wanted to go to Cornell. A visit with my family to the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles ignited in me a desire to be a hotelier. My third grade self, thinking he had found his life’s passion, sought out every opportunity to pursue it. I collected piles of miniature shampoo bottles and little soap bars at every hotel I visited.

I have been given a lot of advice during my tenure at The Sun — oxford commas are sacrilegious, prepositional phrases ought not to be separated in headlines and never head to The Sun without a cup of coffee. After being elected editor in chief, however, one nugget really stuck: Beware of that “what the fuck?” moment that hits you on your first night in the big office at 139 W. State St.

Few things warm my heart like Cornell references in popular media. I think it’s cute when people quote Andy from The Office, even as stupid as he sounds.