When I sign up for classes tomorrow, my projected schedule will look just like the one I’ve had for the past nine quarters. Obscure literature class, the easiest social science professor RateMyProfessor has to offer, maybe ballet. But as I enter my fourth year, I will have finished all of Muir’s famously easy GEs — except for one. For three years, I’ve procrastinated on fulfilling the single quarter of lower-div science I need to take to graduate. Time’s running out, and yet there is still no BILD 22 in my class planner.

For four terrible months last year, I was charged with keeping a secret for a friend. It was a major secret, one of those messy I-cheated-and-hurt-our-friend-but-please-don’t-tell-her scenarios that helped create the “ignorance is bliss” cliché. As anyone who’s kept a secret of this caliber knows, it’s an emotional burden. So, bad news for everyone around: According to D.R. Proffitt at the University of Virginia, these secrets can manifest as physical burdens too.

Dear Editor,

The U.S. Supreme Court sold our democracy without our consent.  Now we must act.