A while back, we said that we were done talking about the Michigan Promise Scholarship. A casualty of the budget process, we urged students to consider it dead and leave it in the past.
I have a confession to make. For this week’s column, I originally penned a pretty scathing and sarcastic piece directed at the MSU administration, law enforcement officials and athletic departments for what I considered to be an obstinate denial to release any information regarding the assault that occurred Nov. 22 in Rather Hall.
The State News offered some thoughtful points in the editorial, “Rather Hall scuffle requires response”:http://www.statenews.com/index.php/article/2009/11/rather_hall_scuffle_requires_response (SN 11/30).
I am a single young woman, and I am not looking for a relationship. After recently ending a relationship, I wanted some time to myself, but the relationship drama has not stopped following me around.
In the past month, the MSU community has had to deal with the tragic deaths of two students. On Nov. 5, Alpha Epsilon Pi member and business sophomore Ryan Rosman was killed after being dragged by a bus in Detroit, and Nov. 21, Alpha Gamma Rho and environmental soil science and chemistry senior Brian McMillen died of unknown causes.
With the economy in a rut, unemployment remaining stubbornly high and consumer spending understandably down, retailers put extra emphasis this year on driving customers to holiday sales.
After a few days off for Thanksgiving, many students see these next three weeks as a sprint to the finish, eager for the rest and relaxation that comes with a longer semester break.
In the wake of the university’s recent proposed budget cuts, a disappointing trend has been developing: the “ritual sacrifice” of university programs and services.
We don’t have time for this. There are BS 111 pages to read, papers to write and coffee friendship-resuscitating events to attend. If you read this while power walking to the bus, or are already on the third paragraph because your schedule only can afford skimming, then I’m like you.
The MSU administration lately has made a big fuss about its desire to be transparent with the student body. The latest organization to jump on this “transparency bandwagon” is MSU’s Academic Council, part of the university’s Academic Governance system
Our university, and state, for that matter, preach renewable energy. Our state offers tax incentives for green energy companies as well as subsidizes the installation of green energy installation both commercially and privately.
I’ve lived on Earth for my entire life, and I’ve grown very fond of my home planet. I would, quite literally, be crushed if anything were to happen to it.
Even though the state of Michigan passed its budget last month, the state still is looking for ways to save money any way it can. And for the most part, this is a good thing.
We are experiencing a real “sign of the times” moment at MSU. The economy has plummeted, and although it appears we have hit the bottom, we do not know how long we will be here.
There’s a war brewing on the Internet. Arguably, it’s really just the third wave in the same war that’s been waged for the past several years.
On Nov. 18, Gov. Jennifer Granholm visited campus to hold a press conference to encourage students to pressure Senate Republicans to reinstate the Michigan Promise Scholarship. Furthermore, MSU College Democrats President Mitchell Rivard called for “all hands on deck,” asking students to heed Granholm’s advice and demand the Promise to be reinstated.
I rush from class to office hours, then to my counselor, back to class and to work. I don’t sleep for 40 hours in an attempt to get caught up from that one night I spent talking about religion, politics and the English army instead of doing my Mandarin Chinese. I bike in the pouring rain, the cluttered leaves, the freezing temperatures. And I keep getting lost on the Capital Area Transportation Authority buses.
Since the passage of Proposition 2 in 2006, public universities in Michigan have been prohibited from using race as a factor in admissions, meaning all affirmative action in the state effectively has been banned.
I once accidentally flicked off a priest because I thought he was one of you. Anytime my daily run is interrupted by an obnoxious car horn, I immediately jump to conclusions, and the end result is the high-flying, rage-filled, stride quickening and obscene hand gesture that is provenly effective at assuring either one of two things.