On my morning commute to class through the frozen tundra that used to be called East Lansing, I walk past two buildings on the northern edge of campus that could not be more different from one another.
Sexual assault on campuses around the country is and has been out of control for far too long. Changes need to be made at a greater community level, and even though blaming the victim is not going to improve anything, neither is blaming the university.
It's so sweet to live in the midst of the technological revolution. The evolution of the smartphone has revolutionized the way we study, plan and how we interact with our peers.
There’s one thing that college students could use more of, regardless of who they are or what they are studying. It’s not more food, it’s not more alcohol and it’s not more money, although all of those would be extremely nice to have more of. Ask most students around and I’m sure they would all agree that above all of those, they would like to have more time.
Ever heard of the saying “make your own time?” For me, that was a saying that I never took very seriously.
First, I would like to commend the State News on their quick posting of information regarding the call of a person with a gun at Bessey Hall on Monday, February 24th.
Check out how the events unfolded through the eyes of the MSU community’s posts on Twitter.
On Feb. 18, The State News reported that President Lou Anna K. Simon addressed “student behavioral concerns,” in particular, sexual assault and the recent murders on campus.
East Lansing’s leaders are fed up. Almost every year, there has been at least one night where students celebrate — or retaliate, depending on the outcome — after a big MSU game.
“The girl in this mirror has not been retouched,” a sticker attached to the dressing room mirror in Aerie for American Eagle reads.
My freshman year, a friend on campus approached me about a job opportunity. With great enthusiasm, he told me about a position he had recently accepted selling energy drinks with a company called Vemma Nutrition. Unlike the typical jobs taken by college students, he said employees at Vemma have a chance at earning robust, six-figure salaries and can even be awarded luxurious BMW sports cars as sales bonuses.
I remember watching TV as a high school senior and seeing Adreian Payne slam dunk. What happened next? The crazy atmosphere of the Breslin crowd — particularly the people jumping up and down in white — was eye-opening. At that moment, I knew I wanted to go to MSU. I knew I wanted to be a part of the Izzone.
When I tell people that in addition to journalism I also major in women’s and gender studies, there’s almost always a series of semi-ridiculous questions to follow. Do you still shave your legs and stuff? Um, yes. Do you hate men? Definitely not. In fact, I could afford to be a little more picky in that department. Are you a lesbian? Well, no. See above.
What if we could talk about our challenges and diagnosis with a mental disorder publicly like we do with breast cancer, and lung cancer, and leukemia, and ovarian cancer? Everybody knows somebody that has struggled with their mental health; they just don’t know it yet.
I knew I was exactly where I needed to be when Stephanie looked up at me after finishing her math exam and said, “I did it.”
In a general sense, many more students currently are experiencing psychological stress that impacts their lives as students. In a clinical sense, more students are seeking mental health treatment, and their presenting concerns are more severe.
The holidays are over, classes are in full swing, and the weather is anything but pleasant. That’s right, it’s February. Just make it through the rest of this month of blah and the holy grail of college life is here: spring break.
We’re in the heat of it now. The calm is over and the storm of midterms, papers and all-night cram sessions has officially begun. We’re two weeks away from spring break, and the tranquility of the first few weeks has been replaced with the stress of looming deadlines and mountains of homework.
The first decision of my day is determined in the brief moment I look at my phone in the morning to see just how cold it is outside. Shortly after, I look at how much snow piled up over the gloomy night hours in Michigan.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be Barbie.