Summertime blues and how I learned to love college
I remember what summer vacation used to be like.
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I remember what summer vacation used to be like.
Recently I was with my friend drinking black coffee, rubbing our eyes from a long day’s shift in our wrinkled dress pants.
That's three now. Three mass shootings in a little over a month. 72 injured, 19 dead.
Anyone who spent more than a few hours on the campus of Central Michigan University during the 2011-12 academic year could tell things weren't going well.
Sometimes their eyes flit away upon meeting my own, like a man caught gawking at a teen with unorthodox facial piercings.
The U.S. bi-party political system is about as American as apple pie.
Queen Elizabeth II's wave is still as stereotypically dainty as it’s always been made out to be.
I’ve never been one to believe in the zombie apocalypse. You know, when cannibalistic savages of the rotted dead eat society to pieces? Oh yeah, and spread the zombie plague. I don’t think so.
As we near the end of the semester, now is a great time to reflect on the things we have accomplished as students and set goals for the future.
“Critics say this is the best action movie of the summer.” “This is Katherine Heigl’s best movie.” “The New York Times gives this movie four stars.”
As hip-hop pioneer Aristotle once wrote in a poem later turned into a lyric by intrepid philosopher Kanye West: "We outta here baby."
You incoming freshmen are headed into what has been repeatedly described as the best years of your life, so I will try to keep my remarks short and not give them a bad start.
It turns out the wealthiest Americans haven't just shattered our economy, corrupted our democracy and saddled future generations with crippling debt — science has proved they're sh*tty people too.
The New Orleans Saints must have the worst luck and maybe the lowest ethical standards of any professional sports team in the world.
As a '90s kid who grew up on numerous Marvel characters, I have my own version of Spider-Man and Tobey McGuire wasn’t it.
I feel like I need to clarify the title of this column immediately before Central Michigan Life disowns me for hate speech.
As of 2010, more than 73 million eligible Americans were not registered to vote.
French playwright Molière once said, “It is the public scandal that offends; to sin in secret is no sin at all,” and the recent lavish spending scandal at the General Services Administration (GSA) has proven this to be true.
It used to take a lot of effort to become a "Teacher's Pet."
The Democratic Party I believe in is an organization of prestige and honor.