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It’s so sweet to live in the midst of the technological revolution.
There’s one thing that college students could use more of, regardless of who they are or what they are studying.
Ever heard of the saying “make your own time?” For me, that was a saying that I never took very seriously. After all, there are 24 hours a day and if my schedule gets packed with classes, work and extracurricular activities, chances are the sun in the sky isn’t planning on slowing down. Recently, college life for me has become incredibly fast-paced, making free time such a luxury.
“The girl in this mirror has not been retouched,” a sticker attached to the dressing room mirror in Aerie for American Eagle reads.
My freshman year, a friend on campus approached me about a job opportunity. With great enthusiasm, he told me about a position he had recently accepted selling energy drinks with a company called Vemma Nutrition. Unlike the typical jobs taken by college students, he said employees at Vemma have a chance at earning robust, six-figure salaries and can even be awarded luxurious BMW sports cars as sales bonuses.
I remember watching TV as a high school senior and seeing Adreian Payne slam dunk. What happened next?
When I tell people that in addition to journalism I also major in women’s and gender studies, there’s almost always a series of semi-ridiculous questions to follow.
If you logged onto Facebook the first week of February, you likely saw the purpling of profile photos by your friends to help raise funds and awareness for World Cancer Day. Everyone can relate to the tragedy of cancer because it has touched so many families and we revel in the stories of our cancer survivors – as we should. Everybody knows somebody.
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.
Photo illustration by Julia Nagy/The State News
Prompt: White people like _______. Response: Finally finishing off the Indians.
On 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.
Before heading to Volgograd, Russia, where I spent the majority of my study abroad at the beginning of last summer, I visited the U.S. Embassy in Moscow. The staff there warned our group that anyone who was gay might best leave that hidden in Volgograd, because of recent violence for that exact issue. This shocked me, but didn’t affect me personally. I figured it might have just been a random incident.