I come from an exceedingly frugal family. My parents decided at a young age that instead of taking lavish vacations, they would rather pay for me to go to college debt-free. Although when I was younger I was angry when spring break would come around and I would be home alone while others were on vacation, I appreciate it now more than ever.
I come from an exceedingly frugal family. My parents decided at a young age that instead of taking lavish vacations, they would rather pay for me to go to college debt-free. Although when I was younger I was angry when spring break would come around and I would be home alone while others were on vacation, I appreciate it now more than ever.
The last month or so has been entertaining for me. Let me explain. About eight months ago, after I’d applied to work at The State News and was not immediately hired, I decided to join the staff of a website that covered the Chicago Bulls.
I love food. Pure and simple. Any place, any time you put some grub in front of me and you best believe I’m taking care of it. I’m the president of the clean-plate club. A human garbage disposal.
Election law is boring. There’s really no way around that fact. It doesn’t boast the furor and excitement that surround political issues such as gay marriage, abortion, gun regulation or even taxation mainly because it’s not easy to classify positions on election law into a form that can be ragefully shouted or quaintly packaged onto a placard at a rally.
I’m going to try to make this column as far from sounding self-righteous as possible because it’s not about being a better person than someone else, it’s about having a little bit of humanity, sharing kindness with others in your community and being open to new experiences.
Atticus Finch said you never know a man until you walk a mile in his shoes. Other people say it takes much more than a mile. I’m assuming none of us have walked a mile in Jerry Sandusky’s shoes, and if I had, I know mine wouldn’t have led me near any underage boys — hopefully, neither would yours.
Spartans appear to be taking over the world. In my two months abroad so far, I have not only been inundated with countless Facebook photo albums and blog posts connecting me with friends everywhere from Spain to Azerbaijan, but I have also crossed paths with many MSU students and alumni.
I’ve always had a “best friend” during the younger years of my life; a friend I relied on more than any other. But recently, I find the term too loose to apply to any one person. Often, it gets thrown into casual conversation between fickle participants, deciding one day who their best friend is, then turning to someone else when the timing is most convenient.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about how I’m doing my best to avoid the daily rigors of the journalism industry. And even as I sit here writing this, I’m searching far and wide for the opportunities that will keep me afloat as I chase after my dream.
Last week, while working as a lifeguard and a swim instructor at a local pool, a woman speaking broken English approached me and inquired why we would not be holding classes on July 4. After this embarrassing negligence of our nation’s most patriotic holiday, I began to think how disconnected many Americans have become from what made this country the land of the free.
After holding their first free election after the 30-year reign of former President Hosni Mubarak, last week the Egyptian people finally were able to “freely” elect their newest president, Mohamed Morsi. And although no one can deny just how important the success of this election is for Egypt, it is important to keep things in perspective.
There has been a lot of debate recently about the structure of the American workplace. Long hours and high stress have contributed to an increasingly grueling work environment — especially in upper-level corporate jobs, but it is visible in nearly all areas of our nation’s workforce.
When Rep. Lisa Brown, D-West Bloomfield, took the Michigan House floor a couple of weeks ago to make a passionate speech debating a contentious abortion bill, her words resonated across the United States, gaining national attention after saying “Mr. Speaker, I’m flattered that you’re all so interested in my vagina, but no means no.”
Saturday, I sat at the counter of Ben’s Chili Bowl in Washington, D.C., and ate an absurdly delicious chili dog and a side of fries. Ben’s is a quintessentially cliché destination on any D.C. tourist’s list of must-sees, and I knew I had to see it at some point while I worked for the summer in our nation’s capital.
Earlier this month, Rep. Lisa Brown, D-West Bloomfield, was barred from speaking in the Michigan House of Representatives after she used the word “vagina.” At this point, many people are aware of the story, but few have looked deeper into this most recent example of embarrassing, frivolous debate by lawmakers. Because of this “vagina controversy,” attention and rational thinking have been taken away from this debate and have reinterpreted reality.
There are a lot of cemeteries in England. This was one of the first significant observations I made upon my arrival last month. During my seven hours on the train traveling from Cambridge to St Andrews in Scotland, I noticed in addition to the rolling green hills, small towns and villages we passed, there were an incredible number of graveyards, expansive enough to be easily visible from the moving train.
This is about women not being subservient to men. I don’t want to generalize and say that all men are domineering “d-bags” and all women are placed in inferior positions, but that’s the way things are looking lately, especially in the Michigan Legislature.
A few weeks ago, I visited Rochester High School, or RHS, to visit my high school choir director, Mrs. Plotzke. I originally went to pick up a CD she burned me — a compilation of my choir’s songs we recorded over the course of my four years under her instruction — but what happened instead was a deeply engaging political discussion over the course of two hours.
It is always easy for a person to admit they are overweight, but it is never easy for them to admit it is a problem.