Column: Halloween isn't what it used to be now that I'm an adult
It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I love Halloween. The scary movies, the creepy clothes, the pumpkin... everything. I love it.
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It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I love Halloween. The scary movies, the creepy clothes, the pumpkin... everything. I love it.
After bawling my eyes out in a bathroom stall located in the Communication Arts and Sciences Building, it finally hit me that I just experienced the most embarrassing moment at Michigan State.
The face I have gotten on a daily basis from fellow MSU students when I tell them I live on the eleventh floor of Hubbard Hall have ranged from disgust, sympathy and an ironic smile.
Before we dive into the utterly confusing and complex concept of "pride," let’s take a moment to refresh our knowledge of LGBTQ history.
As the world economy continues its rapid globalization and expansion, it is more vital than ever that we maintain our higher education system’s integrity and intrinsic social value. While no one can deny the fact that the United States is home to a superior postsecondary education, there are serious flaws that plague each and every student attending our universities and colleges. Student loan debt, inflating tuition, and college accessibility are among the most prominent issues discussed in the halls of Congress and state legislatures, but a far more concerning problem needs urgent attention: sexual assault on college campuses.
In the wake of the release of the report finding Michigan State at fault for creating a “sexually hostile learning environment,” the rate of sexual assaults on campus and what can be done about them are being discussed now more than ever. President Lou Anna K. Simon emailed students and faculty regarding revisions to the university’s sexual harassment policy almost immediately, and other changes, such as the creation of the Office of Institutional Equity, are beginning to take effect.
Martin Luther King Jr. is someone I’ve admired since I was little. I remember my first encounter with one of the people who would later give sense to the words equality, justice and peace.
Everybody loves a day off. I know I do — a chance to relax, a long weekend and in the case of Martin Luther King Jr. Day, a reprieve before the spring semester kicks into high gear.
When I was a little girl, I wanted nothing more than to just fit in.
Get geared up for casual feminism: the Halloween edition.
The costumes some women choose to wear on Halloween are shocking, to say the least.
The first time I ate alone on campus, I was extremely self-conscious.
I feel bad for my past State News colleagues. The yearly rivalry columns used to be harder to write I'm sure.
Every year, we trade these columns back and forth, and every year, we debate the same talking points.
WeBWorK is an online homework program utilized by classes such as Math 103, Math 132, etc. Basically, homework assignments become available, and you have a limited time to complete them. Unfortunately, I am one of the unlucky students forced to use this program. It doesn’t seem so bad in theory, but in reality, WeBWorK is terrible.
It’s that time of year again — this weekend MSU is taking on its in-state rival, the University of Michigan, in my favorite football game of the season.
Growing up, I always thought college would be a non-stop party.
During the Nebraska game this past Saturday at Spartan Stadium, an ad came on the big screens for the White House’s “It’s On Us” campaign, which is a call to arms for everyone — not just men — to stop perpetuating a culture that generates sexual assault on campus.
A fall football Saturday in East Lansing is marked by burgers grilling, drinks flowing and, lately, empty seats in the student section.
My job was one of my biggest stressors during my senior year of high school. Sure, it was just a pizzeria, but add three AP classes and the school newspaper onto that and it equals complete exhaustion. Unlike most of my peers, I had to buy my own lemon of a car, insurance and gas. Every week, I carefully calculated my hours to ensure I would earn enough money in my biweekly checks to pay for all my expenses.