Just about everyone can remember their elementary school principal. The principal was the guy (or gal) that everyone made fun of. Maybe you had a nickname for your principal, anything to make him seem a little less fearsome.
I wish I knew how fantastic it would be to have a student greenhouse to hang out in right in the center of north campus, behind the Old Horticulture Building.
I knew about five different parties that happened this weekend. One was a techno music party, another was a fraternity party with some kind of theme or other, there was a Ski Club party and two other general house parties on Gunson and Beale streets.I also knew that Jon was planning to hook up with Lisa on Friday, and that the frat party was going to be “totally lame.”I learned about all of this in my math class.
Evanston, Ill. - The row of MSU players knelt on the sidelines in single file, clasping hands, hoping for just one more miracle. Apparently, it was the Wildcats turn for miracles- again. That 47-yard Northwestern field goal was the improbable ending to a game that defied all logic. “I just hoped we had a few more seconds left,” head coach Bobby Williams said. But the Spartans didn’t.
We all seem to take the things our parents tell us for granted. As I approach graduation in a few semesters, I’m just realizing how wise my parents were and how they’ve helped me grow as an individual. That is what they’re there for, after all.
Voices are raised, money is donated and a great deal of lip service is paid to love of country: “you can’t tread on us,” and “I’d die to keep us free.” Militia members who weeks ago would have shot a federal agent if he came within miles of their homes are embracing those same agents in a common cause - the anger and hatred of those who would cause harm to the United States.
Title IX of the Education Amendments of 1972 has gained its most notoriety on campus from what has been publicized most about it - the decimation of men’s gymnastics, fencing and lacrosse.
With a digitized splash of red, little Jimmy gets eviscerated. As he slumps to the floor, his best friend Bobby steps over him and does a little dance. “Dude, I captured your flag,” he types.
I don’t want to write about Sept. 11’s tragedy. I don’t want to write about the pain, loss, devastation and disappointment.
Sunday was a very difficult day for me. It was a day I never thought I would see: a September Sunday without the National Football League. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. After talking with my parents and my sisters on the telephone, I decided to do what I always do on Sunday.
The tragic events of the past week overshadowed what now seems to be a very trivial personal disappointment. Reportedly, Michael Jordan told three Chicago reporters Sept.
Sports are the last thing on my mind right now. Since Tuesday morning, when I switched on my TV to catch the last 10 minutes of SportsCenter before my 10:20 a.m.
I grab my earplugs and wiggle them out of my ears. It is not yet 7 a.m., and I am already up to my knees in chlorophyll. My sleeveless shirt is spewed with the guts of 200 dead forms of life.
So you think you’ve got what it takes to thrive in today’s glut of reality-based television shows?
John McCandless sounds ready. Downright prepared, actually. You see, Saturday not only marks the season kickoff for the touted Spartan football squad.
Yes, the stuff that’s been flooding the movie theaters lately is terrible, and pop music today is even worse. I still can’t get over the name “I Still Know What You Did Last Summer,” and bad thoughts run through my mind when I hear the name ‘N Sync.
For only $49.95, you can strip another person of his rights. The price, of course, is negotiable, but the United States opted not to even consider the offer.
We have all heard that the Internet gives us the world at our fingertips. I have information for days.
Just recently I accepted my body. I accepted my flabby upper arms, the spare tire around my waist and my jiggly thighs.
This week is my favorite time of the year. I have a birthday tomorrow, on Sunday I’ll get to watch my first Vikings game and on Saturday Spartan Stadium will host MSU’s first football game.