Challenge yourself to try teaching after graduation
I knew I was exactly where I needed to be when Stephanie looked up at me after finishing her math exam and said, “I did it.”
I knew I was exactly where I needed to be when Stephanie looked up at me after finishing her math exam and said, “I did it.”
The holidays are over, classes are in full swing, and the weather is anything but pleasant. That’s right, it’s February. Just make it through the rest of this month of blah and the holy grail of college life is here: spring break.
We’re in the heat of it now. The calm is over and the storm of midterms, papers and all-night cram sessions has officially begun. We’re two weeks away from spring break, and the tranquility of the first few weeks has been replaced with the stress of looming deadlines and mountains of homework.
The first decision of my day is determined in the brief moment I look at my phone in the morning to see just how cold it is outside. Shortly after, I look at how much snow piled up over the gloomy night hours in Michigan.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be Barbie.
Prompt: White people like _______. Response: Finally finishing off the Indians.
0On Feb. 12, 1855, Gov. Kingsley Bingham signed a bill, creating the Agricultural College of the State of Michigan, which eventually became MSU. On July 2, 1862, President Abraham Lincoln signed the Morrill Act, which supported land-grant colleges and universities.
Like many students on campus, I woke up on Saturday, Feb. 1 and checked my Twitter feed. With three swipes of my finger, I saw a familiar face. My hand briefly lost control of the phone. My heart sank.
Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I have a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to disrespect. But an incident I experienced last week rattled me to my core when I tried to buy a homeless man a slice of pizza and nearly was refused.
I wasn’t aware of the game “Flappy Bird” until last month, when my friends were throwing multiple F-bombs at the bird before quitting in a fit of rage. I was shocked by their behavior. After all, it was just an indie game app.
Today, many of us likely will tune in to watch the Olympic Games unfold, but with an added skepticism based on what has been reported on Russia’s anti-gay laws, terrorist threats and harsh living conditions.
The 2014 Olympic Games in Sochi, Russia, are about to begin. As always, figure skaters have found themselves in a spotlight that they do not receive at any other point in the four-year Olympic cycle. This time around, the light has fallen on a 22-year-old military brat who embodies the feisty American spirit: Ashley Wagner.
What does it mean to be American? Does it just mean pale, white skin? The hard-clipped edges of words in the English language? Hamburgers and french fries?
This winter has been, to put it as delicately as I possibly can, an abhorrent disaster of monumental proportions. I’m about ready to walk around campus spraying aerosol cans into the air until the CFCs warm up the earth. Anyone with me?
About one year ago, my best friend Alex told me he is gay. The news wasn’t a huge surprise. I had suspected it for a while, and I didn’t feel like this revelation would change our friendship at all. It wasn’t like he had cancer. He wasn’t disappearing. He still was just my best friend.
I live on the 200 block of River Street, which is just several hundred feet away from the Cedar Village Apartments, so this shooting literally is as close to home as it gets for me.
It was an extremely cold day, just like many of the other days the university has encountered this winter. I was trekking toward South Kedzie Hall around 10 a.m. for my second morning class, while barely avoiding frostbite in the subzero weather.
When my castmates and I proudly talk to people about The Vagina Monologues show, we tend to get questions like these: “You’re kidding, right?” or “What, do you all just show your vaginas on stage?”
I hear it all the time, “social media ruins relationships.” I’ll agree that social media can create issues for couples that perhaps our parents’ generation never had to deal with, but I disagree with the notion that social media automatically dooms relationships. Instead of “ruining relationships,” I think social media is a valuable tool to bring people together and, if used correctly, actually can enhance your relationship.
Social media ruins relationships, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Not only does social media offer the chance to spend hours stalking your significant other’s past, it also leaves room for jealousy, questions and worry.