Take a moment and think back to the last time you saw some sort of violence portrayed in the media. Did it seem like something that might cause someone to inflict similar harm?
After we won our independence from the British crown, the threat of tyranny was fresh in the minds of the Founding Fathers as they met in Philadelphia the summer of 1789. James Madison drafted the Bill of Rights to secure unalienable rights for the people not explicitly stated in the Constitution. In terms of the Second Amendment, he was securing a right of the people to bear arms, not a privilege.
As an MSU professor who has encountered a few students who appear to be mentally ill, I was drawn with interest to The State News article, “Fragile: As mental health enters national debate, MSU reaches out to community.”
Now that the election coverage finally has been expunged from our systems, one word keeps gnawing at my brain — the word, “professional.”
November was a great month for supporters of easing laws against marijuana use. Following the election, residents from states across the country, including Colorado and Washington, helped pass referendums to reduce penalties for possession of the drug and even ways to make it easier to obtain or grow. Many cities also made similar decisions on easing drug restrictions, including five cities in Michigan.
There are some moments in your life when the curtains behind your eyes are drawn and you are forced to accept the awful truth that is unveiled. For me, last night was one of those moments.
There is a sense among many in our culture that the wealthier you are, the greedier you are, and the wealthy don’t pay “their fair share.”
There are few things in this world harder to resist when driving than the sound of a cellphone going off. No matter how hard each of us might try to fight the urge to look down and see which one of our friends is trying to contact us, we probably each have been guilty of giving in and picking up our phones.
Somewhere between seeking directions in the parking lot of a backwoods strip club and maneuvering around the Christmas tree in the main intersection of town, I wondered if I made the stupidest decision of my life.
When a national tragedy occurs, there are some responses that seem appropriate and others that don’t.
The first time partaking in the process, it can seem like a scam.
The end of 2012 was a heated time for the state of Michigan and a particularly busy period for the legislators in Lansing.
The first month of the spring semester always is a very exciting time for me. Combined with the New Year, I always make a resolution to live life to the fullest during the next semester.
As the last few minutes of New Year’s Eve came to a close, and as each of us awoke on Jan. 1, we were greeted with the news that legislation had passed through the Senate and House of Representatives about the looming fiscal cliff crisis.
Well, it’s over. In 22 quick days my last, and final, Christmas break as a college undergraduate came to a close, with nothing more to show for it besides a few extra pounds and a slightly weakened mindset toward school I imagine will haunt me throughout most of the semester.
As I stared out at MSU’s campus stretched beyond the east side of Spartan Stadium from my familiar seat in the Spartan Stadium press box, it hit me.
Anyone who knows me will tell you I am not, and never have been, a morning person. This is a problem that has plagued me my entire life. As far back as I can remember, up until my last week of high school, mornings in the Olsen house followed a very similar pattern when it came to the issue of waking me up.
The State News column “Blame unions for failed businesses” (12/4) is a particularly good example of this country’s increasingly deteriorating form of argumentative reasoning.
With the last week of classes drawing to a close and finals week being the last remaining obstacle standing between students and a well-deserved break, Michigan State soon will be saying goodbye to a semester that presented its fair share of adversities and triumphs.
Never think you know someone based on a first impression. Within five minutes of meeting my best friend, I decided she was judgmental and that we were going to constantly butt heads. Five years later, I don’t know anyone else on the planet more like myself.