I’m terrified of getting hardened. I became aware of this fear during one of my teacher education classes, which is full of optimistic, compassionate and strong-willed individuals entering the world of education.
Because of my involvement on campus, I have come to truly detest icebreakers, particularly interactive ones that make me get off my seat and move around. Despite that, I had quite the self-revealing experience during one of the countless meetings that I have gone to.
By: CRAIG GUNN It is Election Day 2002. The pundits and naysayers, prognosticators and politicians, soothsayers and flat-out liars have all concentrated their last-minute attacks on their opponents.
Hungry - why wait? Grab a trustee. It’s Crunch time because the MSU Board of Trustees race is coming Tuesday, and each lucky voter gets a chance to elect two delicious candidates to the post of Candy Land official. On the Republican side, we have the familiar and comfortable Nugent center of a 3 Musketeers bar.
Another year and another chance to reminisce on why it’s better to be a Spartan. Let’s start our journey down memory lane with a look at the Nov.
I love you. Those three words have evolved with us from that first crush in elementary school to the quest for a serious relationship and sexual satisfaction in college.
Today is Halloween, and I’m here to give all the little kids reading this a warning: Don’t get addicted. See, kids, I’m a fairly boring and unsurprising person, and if you were to come to my apartment, you’d see almost nothing but evidence supporting this.
One of the most unfortunate things about subscribing to two music magazines - Rolling Stone and Blender - is that I often must wade through infinite pages of half-dressed women to get to the real content of the issue.
Lansing Community College made Michigan history last week by becoming the first community college in the state to provide domestic-partner benefits for the same-sex partners of its employees, according to the Human Rights Campaign. The policy was approved with only two of seven trustees putting in dissenting votes.
One of the few things I enjoy about fall is Halloween, and its arrival is upon us. It seems as if the highly anticipated holiday is announced earlier and earlier each year - some stores herald candy and costume sales as early as late September, and Halloween decorations pop up everywhere around that time.
College life is an opportunity for people to broaden their horizons. With a chance to meet new people and learn new things, students are supposed to be able to leave school as better, more well-rounded people. When I came to MSU, I was excited to be a part of something so big.
If I’ve learned one thing from Lifetime television, it’s that a woman’s character is revealed by her reaction to events - namely, learning her husband has a secret family. I suppose that the idea could apply to more general circumstances. These are difficult times, and are those by which our generation is discovering its character. A nebulous war of uncertain success has skulked into the background, where it intends on staying for years; a more distinct one is lurching offstage, in the wings, straining to hear its cue to tromp onstage.
In what might at first glance appear to be a weak attempt to justify my existence, I endeavor this week to define what a review is good for, if they’re any good at all. The question I sought to answer was, do reviews matter to people?
When I was younger, my friends and I loved to play house. You all know the routine - we divided roles of “mom,” “daughter” and “husband” (if we were cool enough to have a real boy there) and acted out the glamorous lives of “grown-ups.” But we especially loved to play “college.” We would, as best friends and roommates, pretend to have fabulous makeup collections, dozens of boyfriends and social lives that included Tuesday nights wearing all black, drinking coffee and reading poetry while Fridays were reserved for driving our great cars to the coolest parties.
A short while ago, I sat shocked and horrified as I watched news coverage of the aftermath of a youth football game somewhere in the wilds of California.
I don’t know about everyone else on campus, but for me watching the Spartans has become more painful than any final I’ve ever taken. I mean, seriously, I’d rather sit through an entire semester of nothing but calculus, biology and economics classes.
I never imagined myself saying this, but life is better without television. I have not watched an entire episode of a sitcom, drama, reality series, award shows, or anything else, for that matter, in about two months.
It’s like music to my ears. Well not exactly music. It’s more like creepy attempts to replicate music with sharp piercing notes and flat, drawn-out “bleeps.” Ah yes, the refreshing bleeps from cell phones around the land - the sounds only a truly tone-deaf person could enjoy. In my classes, my dorm and, most of all, in the newsroom, parodies of ABBA’s “Dancing Queen,” the Backstreet Boys’ “Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)” and Nirvana’s “Come as You Are” play continuously as cell phones across the land “ring.” The sounds remind me of the time I had an ear infection and heard everything in distorted and twisted ways. While I find the ringers to be lacking in musical quality, I also find them, in certain situations, to be quite rude.
Information indicating that Spartan football head coach Bobby Williams will be announcing his resignation at the end of next week has come into my possession through a source high in the university athletics administration.
This year, I’m asking my mommy and daddy to buy me an amendment to the Michigan Constitution for Christmas.With the November election approaching fast and holiday shopping advertisements again descending upon us, Michigan residents hopefully will not be taught the lesson that money really can buy anything in politics.On Election Day - Nov.