For some reason I always thought my last day of class would hold some kind of celestial significance. I’d even imagined it how it might go a few times this semester — as cheesy as it sounds, I pictured it as a sentimental affair, one where I would show up on time, pay extra special attention and maybe retain a few snippets when I look back on it decades from now.
The paradise might not be perfect after all, but a paradise it remains. For me this was the perfect identification of my country.Honduras might not seem to stand out in the map for most of my peers at MSU.
Back home, I drive by the largest mosque in America on my way to the mall.For every Jack or Sarah in my class, there were three Alis and a Malak.I got a few extra days off every year for Ramadan, a Muslim holiday.Where I wore scarves around my neck for fashion, many of my female classmates wore them around their heads year-round for religious reasons.Street signs, business names and even letters sent home from the schools come in English and Arabic.I grew up in Dearborn, Michigan, one of the largest Arab communities outside of the Middle East with 40,000 Arab-American residents out of 98,000 overall, second only to Paris.
The essence of chivalry is dead.Not just in America, but all over the world. As a German belief and standard of courtship, chivalry is much like the age of the dinosaurs—part of history.While it’s true that the course of meeting people and dating has evolved, it’s sad to see the value of respectful wooing of the opposite sex long since diminished.When two people meet at a party, all it takes is a guy to sink a beer pong win to get a girl’s attention.
My cellphone background is of a waterfall in Puerto Rico. My specialization is in environmental studies.
I recently turned 21, and the East Lansing bar scene has been a whole new experience for me.
Frequent encounters with something can desensitize you from it. For example, I came to college as a neat freak, but the pile of dirty dishes in my kitchen sink seems rather normal and unthreatening nowadays.
If you invite me to a place where there will be nachos and beer for free, I will dress up in five seconds.
I have been able to see a new face of journalism in my days at The State News, a face that wants to rebel against the stigma of censorship.
Being Catholic is something I take pride in and will always love, but after taking time to think about faith and science, I've come to realize some concepts in my religion clash with reality. Around MSU’s campus, I have seen several different churches like Islam, Lutheran, Presbyterian, Episcopalian, Catholic, Christian and others. Some religions have similar beliefs and some have totally different ones. How is a person to know which religion to believe in, or if religious beliefs are even real? As I've learned more about science and history, many of the ideals don't seem possible. But does that diminish the value of religion?
I was born and raised around smart, strong, independent and genuinely beautiful females. Throughout my life, I have seen these women make an impact in the community and in other people’s lives, as well as give life to future world citizens.
College obviously is a stressful time for students. We are constantly studying to maintain our grades.
The heart sinking down to the stomach.The nagging thought: Why did this have to happen?Reading the news about 8-year-old Lacey Holsworth losing her battle with cancer, that gut-wrenching feeling is something so many of us shared this morning.
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.Instead of jail time, misdemeanors and probation, Ann Arbor police issue $25 tickets to individuals found in possession of up to an ounce of pot. Like a traffic ticket, violators are responsible for paying the ticket but do not have any criminal charges to worry about.
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.
One distinct memory that always comes to mind this time of year is from high school: Spring is break up season.
This week, sororities and fraternities come together to compete in one of the most intense week’s of the year — Greek Week.The premise of Greek Week is to randomly combine two fraternities and one sorority to have them get to know each other while raising money for certain charities.
As a born and bred Michigander, leaving the state for college didn’t pose itself as a realistic option.
“What? Upstate New York? Why in the world you want to come here?”Every party, class or general social interaction I can guarantee my college choice will be questioned, analyzed and and sometimes openly mocked by the kids who go to the same college as I do.
There are days where sometimes, I reflect on my college experience and wonder what keeps me going in the whole scheme of things.