My last byline, a State Newser's goodbye
It’s going to be strange seeing my byline in The State News for the last time today.
It’s going to be strange seeing my byline in The State News for the last time today.
After four years of living in East Lansing, we’ve become accustomed to life in a college town. Now that we’re about to graduate and make our way back into the real world, we’ve realized there are some things we have to relearn about life outside of college.
How does where we’re from shape our identity? We certainly like to express that association to emphasize community and belonging; every piece of MSU clothing you will see today is a perfect example of that.
When I was in eighth grade, my American history teacher posed a question I always had trouble answering.
When you register for a semester at Michigan State University, the university collects three taxes from you in addition to tuition.
We’ve all been there. From that tingly feeling you get after an amazing first kiss to not being able to listen to your rainy day iTunes playlist without incessantly weeping — we’ve been there. College is a crazy time.
A large part of what you do — the activities you participate in, the sports you play, the way you act in certain situations — contributes to who you are as a person. These little pieces paint a bigger picture of who you truly are deep down inside. To my dismay, a large part of who I am — or seem to be — is dependent upon how others see me.
“So, what’s next?” “What’s your plan?” “Are you staying in Michigan?” “What do you wanna do with that degree?” “What about grad school?”
When I moved to Boston in November, it should have been cold and dreary. But it wasn’t. At least, not for me.
Unfortunately, as we all were taught again on Monday in the form of a marathon that left blood and carnage, this world we live in isn’t always the greatest.
For many, the transition from dreary winter days to the sunny months of spring brings lower levels of stress and consistently happier moods. The change in mood experienced by many is caused by more than seeing life in a new light — it is caused by the change in light itself.
I am standing at the urinal pissing, and I need to whip out my phone to check Twitter. That’s how bad it has gotten. I can’t even drain my body of fluids without stuffing information back into it at the same time.
If you’ve committed the mortal sin of filling your wardrobe with brands other than Ralph Lauren Polo or J. Crew, dared to have an iTunes library containing indie artists or have an unusual hobby or interest, you’ve put yourself under the scrutiny of society’s rigid judgment.
Last weekend, I was having a discussion with my mom about my future after graduation. She told me one thing I had heard from her before but will never forget: “Attitude is everything.”
As I walked across campus the other day, I contemplated the mysteries surrounding hate, remembering my forays into hating broccoli or spinach or rhubarb, or the kid next door who pelted me with snowballs, or Mr. Brown, my fifth-grade teacher who made fun of my cowlick.
With the 2013 NCAA men’s basketball tournament in our rear-view mirror, I would like to address an issue the NCAA dubbed unnecessary — paying collegiate athletes.
With spring break slipping into memory and summer just out of reach, I’ve found myself falling into an all too common train of thought lately. Dilbert called it “chronic cubicle syndrome,” but for centuries people have been experiencing these flashes of wanting to throw it all away and pack up to some distant land. For me, this escape always has been exemplified by those 1960s communes where freedom, love and only good people supposedly reigned supreme.
During my year here at MSU, I’ve found there is a lot more to learn in college than what is taught in the lecture hall. So, I’ve compiled a list of some of the lessons I learned as a freshman I was forced to figure out the hard way.
When I was in fourth grade, I received some of the worst advice from my father a parent could give.
Today, April 3, marks the one-month-remaining point in the semester. The last day of finals week is exactly one month from today.