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T he heart sinking down to the stomach.
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T he heart sinking down to the stomach.
Far be it for me to praise our enemies over in Wolverine country, but I must applaud officials in Ann Arbor for their common sense marijuana policy.
Every senior knows the feeling. That looming question: “So what are you going to do after graduation?” Some of us are more prepared with answers. Some of us, like me, just started on that journey two months out from the end.
One distinct memory that always comes to mind this time of year is from high school: Spring is break up season. For so many young couples who will be spending the summer apart, the end of the spring semester brings about hard decisions that either solidify or end their time together. For a courageous few, however, the end of the spring means long-distance. This is my life.
This week, sororities and fraternities will come together to compete in one of the most intense weeks of the year — Greek Week.
To see a column about what it's like being an out-of-state student at MSU, click here.
“ What? Upstate New York? Why in the world would you want to come here?”
There are some days when I reflect on my college experience and wonder what keeps me going in the whole scheme of things. After all, getting a college degree doesn’t automatically guarantee a job, and for all I know, I could be wasting four years pursuing a career I might not even enjoy. Sure, there are some students that come in here with a complete blueprint of their college plan sketched out, hopefully leading to their dream job. However, many students I frequently interact with share my anxieties. Because of this uncertainty, some students even feel that it’s their professors’ responsibility to present the material in a manner that will motivate them to pursue a major.
A Spartan for life.
This past Thursday marked the end of graduate student Betsy Ferrer’s art presentation in the Residential College in the Arts and Humanities Art Studio above the Gallery at Snyder and Phillips halls, which featured works from different artists hailing from the greater Kisumu area, located in western Kenya.
I’m going through a lot of changes in my life right now — newly single, new job, new friends. I’m beginning to figure out that life is about what you love, not what anyone else expects of you. As long as no one else is negatively affected by your actions, go ahead and throw yourself into whatever it is you’re passionate about, whether it’s working out or binge-watching My Little Pony. In the end, knowing you didn’t stray from your true values will help you handle the outcome, whether it’s good or bad.
For a lot of students, part of college involves moving out and learning how to live on your own. Suddenly you’re responsible for laundry and figuring out what to make for dinner each night.
Everyone should go to a drag show.
Last Tuesday during a speech in the Netherlands , President Barack Obama announced sweeping reforms that would drastically curtail the National Security Agency’s controversial data collection program leaked last year by former NSA contractor Edward Snowden.
“I have gay friends.”
When I’m out with my friends, sometimes we will see a woman who has put a lot of effort into the makeup she’s wearing. From the drawn-on eyebrows and smoky eyeshadow to the lipstick, my friends and I would probably say she is wearing too much makeup. But while we might have our own standards of what amount of makeup is appropriate, who are we to judge her for her choice?
Most of us are familiar with the feeling of endless pages of assigned reading looming over our heads. Like any college kid, some nights, I make the executive decision to leave my textbooks in my backpack.
It’s yet another early morning, and you woke up late for class. To make matters worse, that essay you just stayed up all night trying to finish is due and your printer just ran out of ink. Things just couldn’t get any worse. You quietly think to yourself, “WHY ME?! Why do I always seem to have such bad luck?!? I just can’t seem to get anything right these days.”
In the past few weeks, every time I have come across the TV in the cafeteria playing the latest news, I have not been able to get passed 30 seconds without seeing an update on the crash of Malaysia Airlines Flight 370.
Flashback to senior year of high school. The question “Where are you going to college?” probably followed most of us around like a lost puppy. The choice at hand was a big one, and many of us were worried about making the right decision.