I always think it's really funny when Americans talk about how Montreal is so "European." I understand that a year spent in Paris does not give me the right to be snooty about Quebec, but I do have a bit more perspective than I used to, and I must tell you, Quebec is not France.

If adoption is too much, perhaps you can just pass along Gradspot.com's Guide to Life After College?

It's July the 4th weekend. And you know what that means! Time to kill a sixer of Bud, pop into a shop, and just buy yourself a gun. Time to let off illegal fireworks and eat a turducken. Time to catch a flight to a foreign land and anger the native population by being loud and overweight!

Daytime TV, some may say, is the opium of the masses—or, at very least, of the infirm, unemployed, and unhappily married with kids. Unfortunately, almost all daytime TV in this country is complete crap.

I've been at a loss for what to blog about lately. For a moment, I started to think my life here had become too normal to write about. But as usual, I was wrong. I have simply become accustomed to the absurdity of it all... and now, the absurdity itself has become normal.

I need to remember that the frequency with which absurd things happen does not make them less noteworthy.

The best way to postpone (if not avoid) the feeling of post-grad dread is to take a step back and give yourself some time to decompress. For all the tomfoolery that goes on, college is a tough gig, and you wouldn’t be the first person to feel burnt out on commencement day.

Another Friday, another giveaway. With the dog days of summer fast approaching, we're just waiting for that chilled-out, post-graduation vibe to wash over us in an awesome wave. Hopefully you're on the same page.

The University of Phoenix Online's graduation ceremony is scheduled for July, but it looks like someone leaked the address to be delivered by this year's commencement blogger: Mr. Kanye West. Read it exclusively on Gradspot.com.

If you thought safe data storage was important in college, just wait until you're out in the "real world." Instead of backing up your term papers and "Best of" playlists, you suddenly find you've got files floating around in the ether that are literally priceless—like your "novel," a Word document titled "My 5-Year Plan," and the proprietary expense reports your boss asked you to guard with your