How to handle seasonal affective disorder
If you ever feel like you have the “winter blues,” you’re not alone. Seasonal affective disorder, otherwise known ironically by its acronym SAD, can be a real problem during Michigan winters.
If you ever feel like you have the “winter blues,” you’re not alone. Seasonal affective disorder, otherwise known ironically by its acronym SAD, can be a real problem during Michigan winters.
Any returning student will tell you that this year’s weather is starting out much tamer than last year. After all, it is nice knowing that we can go outside longer than 10 minutes and not get frostbite. However, there are still perils we face now, namely black ice.
From newspapers, to televisions, to the internet there is constant mention of the murder of Charlie Hebdo employees. This attack was executed by individuals who saw the controversial cartoons, produced by Charlie Hebdo, depicting Muhammad and took it as an inexcusable insult to their faith.
If you haven’t heard, the Centers for Disease Control recently announced that this year’s flu vaccine is only 23 percent effective . While it’s not the worst vaccine we’ve ever had, the news can be discouraging.
Dear students, staff, faculty and alumni, Exactly a year ago I was a wide-eyed freshman.
If you ask a college student what they do in the morning you will get a wide array of answers. But many will say that somewhere between hitting the snooze button for five extra minutes of sleep and rushing out the door, they check their emails. Unfortunately for MSU students, this might not have been possible during the first week or so of the new semester.
Typically graduation is set for fulfilled dreams, new beginnings and inspiring send-offs. But MSU’s most recent graduation was shrouded with controversy. The tension was not for poor graduation rates or foreboding job markets, rather the man on the podium speaking to MSU graduates.
Ever since the release date for The Interview was announced last year, North Korea has featured prominently in the news. But let’s be clear on something: North Korea is not a joke.
When I was a little girl, I wanted nothing more than to just fit in. As one of the only Indian students in my school, which was comprised mostly of white students, I quickly stuck out like a sore thumb.
Everybody loves a day off. I know I do — a chance to relax, a long weekend, and in the case of MLK Day, a reprieve before the spring semester kicks into high gear.
Martin Luther King, Jr. is someone I’ve admired since I was little. I remember my first encounter with one of the persons that would later give sense to the words equality, justice and peace.
In the world of academia, there is an unspoken hierarchy in terms of a college degree’s prestige. Engineering and pre-med majors are near the top, with marketing and accounting somewhere in the middle, and liberal arts degrees at the very bottom. English majors, in particular, are the butt of many jokes in popular culture.
The first week of the semester conjures up a lot of thoughts, many of which are positive. However, nothing puts me off the semester quicker than seeing the price of my books and course packs.
East Lansing has finally received a much anticipated “real winter.” By “real winter,” I mean that the temperatures have at last dropped below freezing and a few inches of snow have successfully stuck to the ground for longer than a 24-hour period.
It’s 2015, and the spring semester is officially here. I’m sure I’m not the only one disappointed that the holidays are over, but it is important to remember that the decisions we made while we were on break are sticking with us into the new year. For many individuals this new semester isn’t just another semester, it is the beginning of their year-long journey to better themselves.
Happy first day back, Spartans. At least, as happy as it possibly can be. Because really, today has got to be the worst day of the entire school year, right?
I'm not someone who can be considered a role model for expressing oneself and owning your emotions.
Many people have begun to argue that Facebook is dying.
“Apathy: lack of interest, enthusiasm, or concern.” I will preface this by saying that I am a white female raised in middle-class Michigan.