Each holiday has that one food that completely polarises humanity as much as politics. It can range from something simple as candy corn on Halloween to something as personal as cranberry relish on Thanksgiving.
Once again, my socks have been knocked clean off my unsuspecting feet. My beef has been broiled to the core.
Good morning. It’s going to get better. I repeat these phrases over and over. From the very moment I open my eyes all throughout the day until I close them once again.
The Ball State Daily News is launching its own website.
During midterm elections my home state of Michigan passed Proposal 1 56-44, making it the first Midwest state to legalize recreational marijuana. The state legalized medical marijuana in 2008, and to many in the state, it was only a matter of time before it was legalized in full.
I am a mild-mannered person. It takes a lot to steam my vegetables. I am not one to complain, but I believe that a line has been crossed and when these things come up in life you can defend your beliefs or be a coward. And Mom didn’t raise a coward.
I remember it like it was yesterday. May 25, 2017. It was game day.
The United States is gripped with yet another election season I can honestly say that it is a very unique one. You’ve probably already heard candidates and voters alike parading this as the highest-stakes election in the modern history of this country.
I believe it is our civic duty to vote. Not only do I believe it is our civic duty, I believe it is a privilege we possess as Americans that should not be taken lightly.
“Thank you for calling customer service, for English press one. Para Español oprima el número dos.” We’ve all heard it, it’s engraved into our brains. It’s a fact that we live in a multi-language country, with Spanish being the second most predominant language spoken according to WorldAtlas.
Halloween is almost here, and with that comes lots of parties on college campuses.
Nearly every day of my Monday through Friday work week is a 12 hour day. Some are even 15 hour days.
As a queer woman, I have to come out over and over again. This process can be exhausting, especially as I’ve come to realize that straight people never have to “come out.”
It has been exactly one year and 30 days since I spoke to my first abuser.
Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh will officially sit on the Supreme Court as confirmed in the 50-48 vote by the United States Senate.
All throughout high school, I questioned my capacity to survive in the college world.
I grew up in a town about 20 minutes south of Indianapolis in Greenwood, Indiana. I went to Center Grove High School. According to the U.S. News and World Report, the diversity rate there as of the 2015-2016 school year, the year I graduated, was 11 percent.
Here’s what you do: go to Track 10 on Brockhampton’s newest album “Iridescence,” press play on a little number entitled “J’OUVERT" and tell me that the self-proclaimed “America’s hardest working boyband” has run out of things to say.
These past few weeks I hadn’t realized September was Hispanic Heritage Month. I felt awful, having forgotten this month was the month to celebrate my culture.
“You are pretty for a dark skin girl” is the bane of my existence.
