I see home in the eyes of my father as he hugs me for the first time in five weeks. I see home in the smiles on the faces of my old high school friends as we embrace and catch up on lost time. I see home in the purple walls of my childhood room, still plastered with One Direction posters that I was too lazy to take down when I moved away.
"Turtles All the Way Down," by John Green is a book that I have been anticipating since its release date was announced.
Cam Newton, reporter for Cosmopolitan Magazine, approaches me and asks about the process I went through when contouring my face with a pallet of makeup. I look at him, giggle and say, “It’s funny to hear a male talk about makeup.”
Every 98 seconds someone in the United States is sexually assaulted, according to the Huffington Post. So in the time that it takes you to read through a paragraph of this article, someone, somewhere, is getting violated.
As I sit cross-legged on the floor doing my Spanish homework my hands are vigorously shaking. Not just my hands, my whole body. I’m breathing as deeply as I am allowed with coughing fits in between.
With the summer gone and the school year in full swing, we all hunker down for colder days to come. But as the leaves change and we pull on our flannels, we should get excited for Autumn. Here are the five things we should all be excited for.
When you hear a gunshot from far away, it sounds like a firework. It reminds you of when you were younger, memories of popcorn, soda and the Fourth of July.
“Well it’s my right to ____!” is something we hear often these days.
It's not often a game comes out of nowhere and captures a good amount of the gaming public’s attention.
Think of the place where the walls are so thin you could hear the family upstairs argue every night. The place where you would lock your doors and roll up your windows. The place where cops stopped at every day, whether there was a reason or not. The place where the sun doesn’t seem to shine as bright as it does everywhere else. What do you call that place?
Close your eyes and imagine that you are standing in an all white room with orange doors and one window; approximately 150 square feet in size.
Ball State University’s recent spike in the reports of sexual assaults around campus pose two different reactions: fear and pride.
As a Muncie native, I have often times driven throughout the city, exploring its many ups and downs, back road and alleyways, abandoned factories and struggling infrastructure.
It’s a pity that certain members of our Trustees don’t share the desire to build our relationship with Muncie, and would rather sue the city instead.
On September 8, 2016, you stated that you are “committed to eliminating sexual-based violence, and all violence, on our campus and in our community."
Few things in college life have ever caused me more unwarranted panic than the time WCRD announced we as anchors would have to start reporting on weeks we aren't anchoring.
11 p.m., Thursday night. Sit up in bed. Turn up the fan so you don’t sweat to death in your sleep. Watch centipedes run across the floor and into the closet. Lay down and go back to sleep.
When the “Unite the Right” rally took place in Charlottesville, Virginia on Aug. 11, a national outcry flooded against neo-Nazis, white supremacists and Ku Klux Klan members.
An issue of salience this year has been one requiring analysis from a historical perspective. I have increasingly noticed symbols historically associated with intolerance, hate, racism, etc. as part of the news. As a conservative, I believe these symbols of hate and injustice should be taken down.
If my readers haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a Democrat. I am proud to say that.
