THE OAK BLUFFS "MONSTER SHARK TOURNAMENT"

Vamping up the Shark Hype on Martha's Vineyard 

Oak Bluffs, July 2012--- Ever since the classic 1975 film “Jaws” was shot out on Martha’s Vineyard, a remote island off the coast of Massachusetts, the exclusive summer getaway locale has become a hub for shark fascination and hype.

Over the past few years, the increase in seal population across the Cape and Islands has resulted in a number of shark sightings, further sensationalizing Spielberg’s epic shark fantasy and drawing attention from the national media.

THE 41ST ANNUAL FIGAWI RACE WEEKEND

The Figawi Race over Memorial Day weekend is a top sailing event on the east coast that kicks off the Cape Cod and Nantucket summer season.  Over 240 boats race from Hyannis Yacht Club, a former stomping ground for the Kennedy family, to Nantucket Harbor on late Saturday morning.

Nantucket, MA, May 25--- The weekend began with a kickoff party on Friday night at the Hyannis Yacht Club. After a long night of partying, we headed back to our slip and got a few hours of shut-eye on the boat. Saturday morning came quick, as our seven-person crew diligently prepared to race the beautiful “Calussa,” a 38-ft Sabre, to Nantucket harbor. Late Saturday morning, we received a starting time of 11:24 a.m. in class D.

ANDY STEVES LAUNCHES TRAVEL COMPANY GEARED AT STUDENTS STUDYING ABROAD

Son of famed industry guru Rick Steves follows his passion to design

unique weekend travel packages for students abroad

Andy Steves, 24, during a recent WSA trip to Paris, France.

Rome—When Andy Steves ventured to Rome to study abroad in spring 2008, he was equipped with years of European travel experience and had a passion for exploring new cultures. But Steves soon came to discover that his fellow John Cabot University classmates were just as travel-hungry as he was.

THE "WE ARE" CULT

A Relevant Retrospect on the Penn State Culture

My former, beloved Penn Staters en route home from a glorious Nittany Lions win

State College, PA, 2008-- After attending a long week of classes at Penn State, out for another Friday on the “town,” I occasionally stop, look around, and realize what I am participating in. Prowling, subservient, beer-hungry frat brothers seem to be cornering me from every angle. Wretched, profane, and just plain obnoxious rap songs overwhelm my ears. Girls desperate for attention with stick-straight hair, impractical six-inch heels and decked out in tacky, revealing tank tops surround me. Flashing strobe lights. The walls are closing in. I realize I MUST GET OUT.