Apparently, the last great vice of college students in America isn’t drinking, drugs, partying too hard, sleeping around or eating too much unhealthy food in cafeterias — it’s smoking.
Besides speaking with my wise mother and my best friend of a brother, strangers have given me the most interesting and enlightening interactions.
When a class is unpleasant or uninteresting, it can be difficult to determine who’s to blame.
Imagine walking down East Shaw Lane on a sunny fall afternoon. There’s a light breeze, but the warmth of the setting sun fends off any feelings of being cold. Now, actually walk down East Shaw Lane and try doing this. You might find yourself entranced by the setting sun and nice weather, but fresh air is out of the equation. Instead, you’ll likely be inhaling secondhand smoke.
Before you begin your first year of college, people always tell you that it is a different experience. They’re right. Coming from a different county made the experience all the more different for me. One such difference that I am still trying to acclimate myself to is my body.
Our generation has been called many names. One label that really sticks out to me is the new Silent Generation.
“I love you!” a man shouted at me from the backseat window of his friend’s car. It was my first day of work, and I was sitting on a bench during my lunch break. I decided to be pleasant and jokingly replied that I loved him too. I thought that would be the end of it, but the conversation took a different turn.
Dear Silent Generation and Baby Boomers: You have given our generation a lot of nicknames: the Me, Me, Me Generation (also known as the selfish or selfie generation), Gen Why?
Last weekend, my local running community broke a world record.
Kids are going to defy their parents — it’s an unavoidable, cosmic law next to Newtons’, Keplers’ and Murphy’s. Pardon the narcissism, but I’m going to call this one Emily’s Law.
I’m not someone who has totally mastered the art of letting go.I haven’t even come close to mastering it — it’s all too easy for me to become emotionally attached to people, which is something I’ve always viewed as a flaw in my design.
Every year during the first week at MSU there is an exchange of wisdom passed down from upperclassmen to the “newbies” that consist of freshmen and transfers.
Most people have experienced the feeling of looking at something that makes them uncomfortable.
I am not Dutch. I am a visitor to the Netherlands, a guest to the city of Amsterdam and a student at the University of Amsterdam.
I ’m sure that the vast majority of people have at least heard tidbits of the song “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from “Mulan,” whether it be from the Disney movie itself or friends that are singing it nearby. The song depicts that obtaining a strong physique and learning discipline are the keys toward becoming a man.
Dear brave kid,I want to start saying that I am so, so sorry that you have to go back to that place that you left a couple of weeks ago.
When I got my acceptance letter to MSU a flood of questions rushed into my head: What will the classes be like?
Last Tuesday, our university lost a great scholar and mentor. On July 8, George Peters died of pancreatic cancer, less than two months after retiring as a professor at Michigan State University.But you probably didn’t know that, even if you had him as a teacher.According to the Hirschberg Foundation for Pancreatic Cancer Research, almost three-quarters of pancreatic cancer patients die within a year of diagnosis.
Recently, I've come to realize that there really is such thing as too much planning. It's no surprise that I'm constantly thinking about upcoming classes and my job search, just like any other college student.
Being respected. Being treated like a human being. Maintaining one’s dignity and pride. Having the trust of others.