After high school commencement, many graduates think of one thing and one thing only - college. What’s odd is the fact that when people step foot on their college campuses, they revisit the days when they were in high school.
With all that has happened in the last month and the events that continue to escalate hour by hour, I began to listen closer to things that perhaps never captured my attention before. I have started to focus on the diatribes that go on with characters who have the power to influence large numbers of fairly ignorant and uninformed people.
Smashed. Bombed. Wasted. Blown out. They all mean pretty much the same thing - drunk. College campuses look similar on weekends.
I want to begin this column by apologizing to everyone who’s about to read it. Normally, I spend a decent amount of time organizing and composing a column that I think will entertain, inform or persuade all of you.
After four years on this campus, there isn’t much that intimidates me. But there is one thing that scares me above all else - I get nervous driving in the area when I play my music loud. I’m not worried about the police giving me a noise violation ticket, although I have gotten a few in the past.
I remember the first time I ever voted. It was the presidential election of 1984. I was only 12 and it was a mock election, but I voted and I felt important.
In April I interviewed Shawn Newstead for a story in The State News. More than six months earlier, her son, Brandon D’Annunzio, had been severely beaten while at a bachelor party in an East Lansing bar. The 24-year-old died 10 days after that Oct.
I’ve often wondered from childhood through adulthood why people put some of the things they do in their mouths.
Our silence is our most menacing enemy. That silence allows society to make the rules for us by defining who we are, and what we hope to accomplish in our lives.
America. The land of the free, and the home of the brave. Those familiar words rang in the back of my mind as I watched in horror at Sept.
America was attacked.The innocent lives of countless Americans were lost as the result of acts of violence incomprehensible to most people.
Call me a dreamer, but I don’t think it is necessary for people to be confined to labels or the categories placed on them by others.
It has been three weeks since we watched America become the victim of unbridled hatred and misguided devotion.
Just about everyone can remember their elementary school principal. The principal was the guy (or gal) that everyone made fun of. Maybe you had a nickname for your principal, anything to make him seem a little less fearsome.
I wish I knew how fantastic it would be to have a student greenhouse to hang out in right in the center of north campus, behind the Old Horticulture Building.
I knew about five different parties that happened this weekend. One was a techno music party, another was a fraternity party with some kind of theme or other, there was a Ski Club party and two other general house parties on Gunson and Beale streets.I also knew that Jon was planning to hook up with Lisa on Friday, and that the frat party was going to be “totally lame.”I learned about all of this in my math class.
Evanston, Ill. - The row of MSU players knelt on the sidelines in single file, clasping hands, hoping for just one more miracle. Apparently, it was the Wildcats turn for miracles- again. That 47-yard Northwestern field goal was the improbable ending to a game that defied all logic. “I just hoped we had a few more seconds left,” head coach Bobby Williams said. But the Spartans didn’t.
We all seem to take the things our parents tell us for granted. As I approach graduation in a few semesters, I’m just realizing how wise my parents were and how they’ve helped me grow as an individual. That is what they’re there for, after all.
Voices are raised, money is donated and a great deal of lip service is paid to love of country: “you can’t tread on us,” and “I’d die to keep us free.” Militia members who weeks ago would have shot a federal agent if he came within miles of their homes are embracing those same agents in a common cause - the anger and hatred of those who would cause harm to the United States.
Title IX of the Education Amendments of 1972 has gained its most notoriety on campus from what has been publicized most about it - the decimation of men’s gymnastics, fencing and lacrosse.