School hasn’t started yet, but you can already tell who’s a freshman and who isn’t. No, it’s not because they waddle around in large groups, have their parents right behind them, or that they’re being led around my a tour guide--being in a group tour does not a freshman make. You can tell by the way they cross the bike path.

That’s right, the ever crowded bike paths where our cycling brethren show no mercy reveals a freshman on the spot. Why? Because they are scared to death of crossing. They stand at the edge of the path, stare at it, and refuse to move until it's completely clear, with not one biker within eyeshot. Seniors will cross without looking left or right, during rush hour, while freshmen are late to their classes over this.

The moral of the story is this: freshies, grow some balls and just cross. You won’t die, and if you do, at least the Nexus will put your story on the front page.