I am convinced some college students never sleep at all. It almost seems like a rite of passage to stay up well into the wee hours of the morning.
Everyone knows “Code Blue,” which makes it worthless as a code, so what comes overhead is “Code 333, MICU, Code 333.” A code is simply a call for help with the resuscitation of a patient who is close to death.
You weren’t productive last weekend, were you? It’s okay, who wants to work on a research project or start thinking about finals when the sun decides to show for the first time in months?
Two priests are depicted in a cartoon. One asks the other, “Why are you so happy?” The second walks away smiling and holding a newspaper headlined, “Supreme Court Strikes Down Part of Child Pornography Act.” Does that sound like a joke to you?
Thousands of peaceful marchers aren’t nearly enough. If protesters want more than the pitiful 15-second spot they earned on CNN Headline News Saturday, they’ve got to do some damage. It’s not like anybody takes these protesters seriously now.
Sex is a beautiful thing. We should not be ashamed, and we should not be afraid of something that is as natural as the sunlight that nourishes us.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been writing movie reviews for nearly a year now. For almost a full year I’ve been writing both serious commentary and dirty jokes about actors, actresses, writers and directors, and I’ve been lucky enough to be able to get some of it in the paper. Some people have no idea who I am, and some people think I suck.
At newspapers across America - including this one - the editorial page is a sort of sacred icon, standing for the principles of freedom that the founders of the United States fought for. On this one page, freedom of speech and freedom of the press are at their finest.
This past Sunday, I regained my faith in the taste of music enthusiasts. It was in the Union Ballroom, during the phenomenal sold-out performance of The White Stripes, when I realized people really do appreciate honest art. Meg and Jack White, of The White Stripes, played a type of rock ‘n’ roll that isn’t anything like too many of the current mainstream rock acts, if you can call Creed a modern rock act.
As occasionally happens at this university, the campus is up in arms over the actions of members of a fraternity. For those of you under a rock, members of the Pi Kappa Phi chapter at MSU decided to enter Mason and Abbot Halls’ cafeterias two weeks ago wearing pink, sleeveless T-shirts with the slogans “Capt.
I hate to fly. Unlike many Americans of late, it has nothing to do with this past September. Sure, I’ve had my share of flights to different destinations, but nothing says comfort like the feel of a steering wheel that you alone control.
Road rage is no stranger to me. I have learned to embrace this overwhelming sense of aggravation that usually hits me around Abbott Road and E.
I consider myself to be the epitome of a female hip-hop chick. Some days you’ll find me dressed in my knee-high boots, fishnet stockings and bluejean minis.
Jay-Z calls R. Kelly’s latest alleged sex scandal with underage girls, this time caught on video, “The gift and the curse.” It sounds more like he’s sugarcoating a serious issue while conveniently promoting his upcoming album, “The Gift And The Curse.” I’m not surprised, considering how Jay-Z degrades women consistently in his music.
Due to the unfortunate circumstances of my education, it is necessary that I wake up at 4 a.m., six days a week.
Love him or hate him, President Bush has been admirably measured in his response to terror. He waited until he had evidence of Osama bin Laden’s culpability to invade Afghanistan.
It’s been a long road. I’ve stumbled to early morning classes for five years, pretended to take notes, kept from nodding off and ultimately somehow earned adequate grades. Now, nearly half a decade after beginning a collegiate career I sincerely enjoyed, the time is swiftly approaching when I’m being forced to realize that perhaps, at age 23, it’s time to grow up. Graduation is in May.
When I was young, I always needed intellectual stimulation. Staring mindlessly at the television just didn’t do it for me.
This inquisition must be stopped. Police and Ingham County prosecutors hope dragging five MSU students through criminal court will help teach other students about the dangers of excessive drinking.
Members of local church clergies may not like what I am about to tell you. But I don’t care. So, here it goes. You don’t have to go to church to have God in your life. Don’t act shocked.