What does it mean to be American? Does it just mean pale, white skin? The hard-clipped edges of words in the English language? Hamburgers and french fries?
MSU and East Lansing police offered $20,000 to whoever had information leading to anyone involved with the victory riots in Cedar Village Apartments, but offered nothing to people who had information leading to the suspect responsible for Dominique’s death.
This winter has been, to put it as delicately as I possibly can, an abhorrent disaster of monumental proportions. I’m about ready to walk around campus spraying aerosol cans into the air until the CFCs warm up the earth. Anyone with me?
It was not until earlier this semester that I learned that as undergraduate students at MSU, we automatically pay an $18 tax to ASMSU. This is a substantial investment. With $18, you could buy a 12-pack of beer, tickets to a concert in Lansing or several gallons of gas.
About one year ago, my best friend Alex told me he is gay. The news wasn’t a huge surprise. I had suspected it for a while, and I didn’t feel like this revelation would change our friendship at all. It wasn’t like he had cancer. He wasn’t disappearing. He still was just my best friend.
As we prepare for President Barack Obama’s scheduled arrival, crucial details remain a mystery — where will he be speaking, and will we even be able to see him speak?
Two hours and 20 minutes. That’s roughly the amount of time it took for news of a shooting less than a mile from campus to be reported to students by the university.
I live on the 200 block of River Street, which is just several hundred feet away from the Cedar Village Apartments, so this shooting literally is as close to home as it gets for me.
It was an extremely cold day, just like many of the other days the university has encountered this winter. I was trekking toward South Kedzie Hall around 10 a.m. for my second morning class, while barely avoiding frostbite in the subzero weather.
When my castmates and I proudly talk to people about The Vagina Monologues show, we tend to get questions like these: “You’re kidding, right?” or “What, do you all just show your vaginas on stage?”
I hear it all the time, “social media ruins relationships.” I’ll agree that social media can create issues for couples that perhaps our parents’ generation never had to deal with, but I disagree with the notion that social media automatically dooms relationships. Instead of “ruining relationships,” I think social media is a valuable tool to bring people together and, if used correctly, actually can enhance your relationship.
Social media ruins relationships, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Not only does social media offer the chance to spend hours stalking your significant other’s past, it also leaves room for jealousy, questions and worry.
At the beginning of January, MSU’s Office for Inclusion and Intercultural Initiatives launched Project 60/50, a program aimed at highlighting academic programs and hosting workshops and events to promote multiculturalism across campus.
This is more of a call to engage than an opinion column. This is an honest inquiry — a challenge, a request, an invitation, a plea, a motion — to act.
Most girls have an addiction to buying shoes. I have an addiction to buying journals. I have accumulated more of them than I could possibly count. My collection ranges from simple, cardboard books to nice, leather bound pages.
Before Sierra Petersen participated in MSU’s Sexual Assault and Relationship Violence Prevention Program, she didn’t realize she was a survivor of relationship violence.
The definition of love has become a war zone in our modern age. The hordes of love’s interpretations threaten to suck the life out of the word. But love is not subjective. It has an objective meaning. And its truth is under relentless attack when I hear people on campus use the phrase, “Stop shoving religion down peoples’ throats.”
Campus was packed Saturday as MSU basketball fans welcomed ESPN’s College GameDay to cover our biggest rivalry game of the season against Michigan. Unfortunately, one Spartan fan took it too far.
Sometimes when I walk across the main lobby of my dorm, I see the community kitchen. At a glance though, the second word only comes across my mind. Despite having an array of cooking utensils and instruments, the kitchen doesn’t seem to be a community one, because I rarely see it full of students.
The nurse gently reminded me to squeeze my hand for three seconds and release as she stood near my cot.