Usually, I don’t get too caught up in the spirit of holidays. Sure, I enjoy the time off from school and celebration associated with holidays, but I tend to get sick of the commotion and commercialization obscuring the true meaning of holidays.
As I begin my last column of the year, I’d like to thank everyone for reading and wish you all a happy holiday season.
I think voting is worthless. Hang with me here a second - I can back this up. But with a 2 percent voter turnout on campus in the recent election for city council, I don’t think I have to back anything up.
For a while now, I have felt vaguely threatened by Oprah Winfrey, and only recently have I realized why.
It was a little scary on Tuesday morning as I prepared to come to campus. I usually watch “Today” on NBC - one eye on the TV and the other trying to see how badly I have put myself together. In the middle of this fashion disaster, I watched two interesting events unfold.
It’s amazing what happens when a little game of fantasy football kicks off. About three months ago, 11 of my friends and I decided to start our own fantasy football league in Yahoo!
I spent a lot of time over Thanksgiving break visiting old friends I haven’t seen or spoken with in a long time.
This may come as a surprise, and many of you probably won’t believe it. I hate to say it, because I don’t write things for shock value, but here’s the sad truth: I have terrible luck with any kind of romantic relationship. Of course, I know you’re all aghast, wondering how it could be true.
I’ve come to notice two main things about TV these days: It has a lot of channels and it sucks.
I promise this will be my last column about my recent birthday. Read this, and you will never have to read anything more about it.
The Gleaner from Henderson, Ky., on its editorial page proclaimed, “Clamp down on foreign visitors... Make sure that foreign visitors leave when they are supposed to leave... Make sure that they do what they say they are going to do, such as study in our universities.” From these comments, one could quickly move to a belief that we should no longer allow any international students to enter our beloved land.
In only two days, we will all be subjected to America Recycles Day, a 1-year-old holiday that’s even more pitiful than Sweetest Day. People recycle.
It really wasn’t very surprising, was it? MSU lost as only MSU knows how. One week after an all-important, emotional win over rival Michigan, the Spartans choked.
With the recent attacks on our home front, more than ever a uniform represents honor and unity. But to me, it reminds me of my father. My dad was pulled out of rural Frankford, W.Va., to serve in Vietnam.
In her dorm room, Jessica Facundo has a spiral notebook of index cards, the kind that students use when studying for history exams or conjugating verbs for a language class.
Ours is one of the few societies that idolizes large men and slinky women in tights for heroes. Folks with outlandish monikers like “Man of Steel Man” and “The Amazing Spatula” (Scraping evil from the streets!) wage battles with even more outlandish folks who might introduce themselves as “The Sinister Dr. Steve” or the nefarious “Crabula.” Comic books have often been a source of heroic displays for children - and even adults - as their favorite characters clash on newsprint, in titanic struggles that sometimes hold the fate of mankind in the balance.
With the hustle and bustle of school, work and everything else that goes on these days, it’s hard to find time to just sit and relax.
I will turn 24 on Monday, and, as with any birthday, this one is being preceded by an assessment of the years already past. Accuracy and self-respect demand that I admit I have done nothing of any real worth since the day I was born.
With Halloween (otherwise known as parents’ second-least favorite holiday) out of the way, moms and dads around the country can brace themselves for their least favorite holiday - Christmas.
It was perhaps the most frustrating night for American journalists - and I was one of them. The election of 2000. Yikes. By nightfall, every newsroom in the United States was in turmoil.