And even though I had to sell myself, I knew going greek would be a great choice because of all the future possibilities: volunteer work, community service, social networking and, most important for me, finding a brotherhood.
MSU must signal to the rest of the country that this is a place where students can receive a world class education while having a bit of fun as well.
There are so many clichés about college being a “big adventure” or a “new chapter in your life.” I will admit that to some extent, those clichés are very true. I mean, who doesn’t love a new adventure? But no adventure would be any fun without someone to go through it with you. That’s why having friends is important.
Before I lived on the East Coast, I hated hopping on a sweltering bus with dozens of other sweaty students as much as anyone.
It’s an odd pairing, East Lansing and I. If this were the Wild West and I strolled into town, it wouldn’t take long for a cowboy to walk up to me while chomping on a piece of straw and mutter something like “us folk don’t take too kindly to your type ‘round these parts.”
Paraphrasing Voltaire, many echo his famous sentiment regarding free speech: “I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.” I will not pretend to be so noble.
I graduated from Michigan State in 2005, and I had the pleasure of having English professor William Penn about 10 years ago. I remember the class very vividly and still talk about it to this day. We would have extremely difficult pop quizzes consisting of only a handful of questions from the assigned reading. Everyone in the class scored horribly on these quizzes.
The phrase is quite possibly one of the greatest oxymorons uttered by our generation. So easily, it slips off our tongues. You check your latest bank statement: $19.83. Looks like you won’t be going out to P.F. Chang’s anytime soon. “I’m a poor college student.” But $600 for textbooks? That’s nothing at all. Don’t forget about your iClicker, notebooks and futon for the dorm. Oh, and did I mention the $42,652 out-of-state tuition, room and board on top of everything? “I’m a poor college student.”
For those living on campus and for those who are new to MSU, the intramural and various other workout facilities might disappoint. I love my school, and, with the university grounds spread across almost 5,200 acres, there is a new part of it I have yet to explore every day; but there are portions of our now-roughly $430 per credit-hour tuition that could go to improving our facilities for students, athletes, future alumni and faculty members alike. Our Big Ten university has to be able to stack up comparatively in every aspect.
As long as I live, I’ll always respect someone with the genuine ability to eat crow when it’s being served in any situation in life. If you’ve ever had a relationship of any length, you understand how tough that is to do. Well, I’m about to devour an entire heap of a dirty trash bird.
The four major modes of campus transportation at MSU are biking, busing, walking an driving. As a freshman, their unique pros and cons are instantly noticeable, along with a problem they all have in common. MSU takes pride in being a pedestrian-friendly campus and encouraging its students, faculty and staff, to leave their cars, mopeds and other motorized transportation at home if possible.
I read something the other day that was a little troubling to me, but nonetheless spot on. The student section in Spartan Stadium sucks.
Not many students who roam the banks of the Red Cedar River can say they have made the transition from residence hall (or dorm) life to off-campus housing, and then back to dorm life — but I can.
It’s been two years since I first arrived at MSU, and a lot has changed about my approach on life and myself. I remember sitting at the airport in Rome, where my first layover on my trip to the U.S. was, and thinking, “What am I doing to myself? Why am I leaving home?” I remember blaming my mum for putting the idea of studying abroad into my mind before bursting into tears.
Eight-fifty a.m. Alarm sounds. Get up. At 9 a.m. the alarm sounds again. No really, get up! Make a few calls for future stories. Get dressed. Go to class at 10:20 a.m. Class again at 12:40 p.m. Then 3 p.m. rolls around. Yes, I can finally can take a break. Well, sort of. Do some homework, make a few more calls. Don’t forget to eat! Go to class at 5 p.m. Leave early for city council meeting at 7 p.m. On deadline story due at 9 p.m. Meeting ends at 10 p.m. I finally get home at 11 p.m. Must eat, must study. One a.m. Bed.
Aziz Ansari wasn’t exactly his goofy Tom Haverford or Raaaaandy self on Friday at Wharton Center, and he didn’t crack jokes about being the “brown Ryan Gosling” or talk about his porky cousin Harris’ obsession with Cinnabon and “Lost.” For most of his 90-minute show, Ansari went into painstaking detail about how much it sucks to be single.
I like to think of myself as a food connoisseur. Not to brag, but I eat at least three meals a day — four, if you count late-night ice cream binges. One of the first questions I had when I began my freshman year was, “Where can a girl go to get a good bite to eat around here?” Of course, the first answer I got was, “Brody, duh.”
Sitting toward the back of the lecture hall in Wilson Hall that Thursday, I must admit I was a little excited to begin the IAH 207 course. Literatures, Cultures, and Identities, to me, would be an exploration of classic stories and poetry; however, that first lecture proved to be more than I bargained for. English professor William Penn began to condemn the use of cell phones, which he dubbed “little toys,” as well as various social media services such as Facebook and Twitter.
Indoctrinator. Persecutor. Hatemonger. Racist. These titles now swirl around English professor William Penn’s name, and there’s a chopped and edited video circulating that falsely perpetuates these claims.
Every day, there’s a crucial decision we all face. It’s not what to eat for lunch or dinner (although the Conrad’s College Town Grill vs.