In my four years at MSU, I’ve eaten at 13 cafeterias and seen just about all there is to see — from future professional athletes to Darth Vader with a gaggle of Stormtroopers. You name it, I’ve seen it. Nothing could surprise me.
It’s another late night watching Tosh.0. Unfortunately, even late-night stations, such as Comedy Central, run commercial after commercial during programs.
All the girls at Harvard University are tall. Or, at least, it seems that way.
For any students who live or have lived on campus, you probably have, at some point, frequented MSU’s various dining halls.
It’s usually quiet on Friday afternoons at the Zeta Mu chapter of Sigma Pi. The most that one can hear throughout the afternoon is the slow North Harrison traffic, and some of the brothers preparing for class. Last Friday was quite different — a good change for the house.
After four years of college, one of the necessary evils I’ve come to accept is the idea of doing assigned course readings.
It was syllabus week, and I was seated in Wells Hall’s biggest lecture room waiting for class to begin when I heard the name of a new iPhone app called “Lulu” being tossed around amongst fellow classmates seated behind me.
MSU students and administrators alike have voiced concern about the sparse student attendance at Spartan football games this past season. Men’s basketball head coach Tom Izzo said, “You can tell me about the ticket prices. You can tell me all that. Baloney, because the tickets are sold. It’s not about the ticket prices. It’s about the passion and the enthusiasm.”
Just one week after Manti Te’o, Notre Dame All-American linebacker and media darling, became undoubtedly the largest and most public catfishing case in history, more questions have been raised than answers revealed.
I sat by her bed and read the sentences, over and over, so many times I lost count. “Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever. That surrender, even the smallest act of giving up, stays with me. So when I feel like quitting, I ask myself, which would I rather live with?”
We all know someone who has had the phrase, “I don’t want to start a relationship because we’re graduating soon,” dropped on them. But what if you meet someone now, just mere months from graduation? Should you jump into a new relationship head first? Or avoid the potential pain and messiness you could face at the end of the semester? Opinion editor Katie Harrington and opinion writer Greg Olsen share their views on whether or not to take the leap.
In each of our lives, we have certain questions that never seem to get answered. Whether these unknowns become doubts we spend years trying to make peace with, or barriers from the past we might always feel trapped behind, they stand out to us and miraculously seem to find their way back in our minds when we least expect.
Religion is something we are exposed to, something that is brought upon us at a young age. Many babies are baptized during the first few months after they are born. Some children are sent to religious private schools, and others simply attend religious services with their family during the weekend.
After we won our independence from the British crown, the threat of tyranny was fresh in the minds of the Founding Fathers as they met in Philadelphia the summer of 1789. James Madison drafted the Bill of Rights to secure unalienable rights for the people not explicitly stated in the Constitution. In terms of the Second Amendment, he was securing a right of the people to bear arms, not a privilege.
Now that the election coverage finally has been expunged from our systems, one word keeps gnawing at my brain — the word, “professional.”
There are some moments in your life when the curtains behind your eyes are drawn and you are forced to accept the awful truth that is unveiled. For me, last night was one of those moments.
There is a sense among many in our culture that the wealthier you are, the greedier you are, and the wealthy don’t pay “their fair share.”
Somewhere between seeking directions in the parking lot of a backwoods strip club and maneuvering around the Christmas tree in the main intersection of town, I wondered if I made the stupidest decision of my life.
The first time partaking in the process, it can seem like a scam.
The first month of the spring semester always is a very exciting time for me. Combined with the New Year, I always make a resolution to live life to the fullest during the next semester.