I love being a reporter. I know that is an odd way to start a column, but hold on for a second. As a reporter, I get to practice a right I believe is one of the most important of all — the right to information.
The odds of coming to Michigan State with a set of divorced parents are 50-50. An even split, right down the middle.
While living in Holden Hall during my freshman year fall and spring semesters, I typically ate three meals a day, spent time with my roommate in our little square-shaped home and endured most nights drowning in a pool of my own sweat because there was no air conditioner.
T?his might be a bit biased coming from me ?— I love my minimum wage job. When I’m not fighting crime, watching and reading “Game of Thrones” or editing at The State News, I work as a sandwich artist at a Jimmy John’s back home.
A few weeks ago I started to see different guys on my Facebook friends list share a link to an article titled “Why Girls Should Stop Wearing High-Waisted Shorts.”The article frustrated me.
The other day while in the car with a group of friends, we got into a conversation about why it was hard for domestic and international students to integrate on campus because so many of us were a part of organizations dedicated toward making MSU’s already diverse campus more incorporated.
America, we are missing out.Right now the largest sporting event in the world is happening in Brazil.
Shortly after hitting pause on my current favorite video game, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, I had a marvelous idea. I poured myself a glass of chocolate milk.
My assistant coach lent me the book "The Fault in Our Stars" last week. I read it in less than a day, shut the book, cried about one page in particular, bookmarked several thought-provoking pages, and blew up everyone’s Twitter feed with #TFIOS quotes.
I have a strategy when it comes to the game “Never Have I Ever.” For people unfamiliar with the game, it involves friends, or people trying to get to know each other, who gather in a circle and hold up ten fingers.
Following the summer-time exodus of students from East Lansing, pentagrams, meaningless statements and depictions of penises and weed leaves summarize the overlapping confusion that now is the Rock.Within a month, the communal billboard has degenerated.
I’ve been more than a little indecisive when it comes to my education. I have a long-standing passion for environmental conservation, so of course I wanted my major and future career to reflect that.
I will clarify that I am not justifying a violent act nor lessening the tragedy of Elliot Rodger’s shootings in UC Santa Barbara. Those are not my intentions and, as a feminist, I am completely against his actions.
By Olivia Dimmerodimmer@statenews.comTHE STATE NEWSnnNot all men perpetuate violence against women, we know that.
Living away from home provides more opportunities for growth and freedom. It forces a person to come into their own and figure out how they’re going to make ends meet, and after college, that’s going to be the reality for a lot of people.
When finals week ended, I attended MSU’s Leadershape program with forty-nine other MSU students.
Short. Tall. Fat. Skinny. Young. Old. White. Black.These are just eight words of thousands that are supposed to define who we are.Across the world, young girls look at photoshopped images of models all with the same long, thin figures and ask themselves why their bodies don’t look like that.
There is a stigma that follows people who take pills for disorders like anxiety. With more medicines being developed each year and rising awareness efforts, I don’t see as much criticism towards people who take medicine anymore.
I can remember cutting out construction paper hearts, scrawling swirly, left-handed inscriptions on "one free hug" coupons.
We have come to a point in our education system where a number on a transcript is supposed to define who you are.I graduated high school with a 3.8 (thanks, math), a 30 on my ACT and zero work ethic.