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Does it ever just hit you out of nowhere how little you actually know about someone until a difference comes up?
Have you ever looked at the clock, see it says 11:58 p.m. and realize you somehow forgot to turn in the essay that is due in one minute? Well, let me tell you, you're not alone — we've all been there at some point.
My mom had a typewriter in her old office. I would sit at the desk in the back corner and type my name over and over again until I reached the end of the line, and then, I would push the lever on the left-hand side until I was back to the beginning — just one line lower — and type, “mommy” below my name.
We at Ball State are aware of the unfortunate incident that occurred on our campus. One of the participants was Dr. Shaheen Borna.
But what happens when that classroom is no longer a safe zone? What happens when black men are met with the same scenarios as being on the streets? Sultan “Mufasa” Benson, a Ball State senior and business administration major was faced with that exact situation.
Along with guests, Zahria Hart talks about having black hair and its different stories and textures.
I wanted to write to you and offer you my support in the wake of recent events.
Nearly everyone is now familiar with the events that transpired on Tuesday, January 21: Professor Shaheen Borna called the police on a Black student, Sultan "Mufasa" Benson, who declined to switch seats in the middle of class.
I know it’s hard to quit a bad habit cold turkey, but when you go to get your grande iced caramel macchiato tomorrow morning, ask yourself if you need a plastic straw or if you can pick up a wooden stir stick and use it for its intended purpose, hence the name.
As the world pushes for advancements to replace our everyday single-use products, big corporations might be taking the easy way out.
As a college student, I should not have to deal with the economic fallout from another war, a potential war with Iran, and neither should anybody else — not to mention the fact that war is immoral.
My name is Zahria Hart, and I am black and I am proud.
Catcalling is a lot more than just a few derogatory words. It’s a way for harassers to test the waters — to see how far they can go before there are repercussions.
When I was born in the year 1997, the United States was already involved in multiple combat zones around the world.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love being a man, and I’m not ashamed to be one. I am ashamed, though, of the way society has pushed men toward false ideas about emotions, mental health and acceptable behavior.
Here are seven things I learned while dealing with a concussion that will hopefully help you avoid the mistakes I made.
We all remember waking up our parents up at 7 a.m. Christmas morning to run down the stairs and see the presents Santa Claus left under the tree. My family traditionally would wake up, eat muffins and bacon and open gifts. After opening all of the presents, we would get dressed and head down to southern Indiana to see our extended family. We would always spend the night at the Holiday Inn in Columbus, Indiana. Why? Simply because it’s a tradition.
Every morning, I chuck numerous tops onto my bed because they just aren’t quite what I want to wear that day. I rummage through my overflowing closet until I finally find the top — the one that makes me feel unstoppable and the only one that matches my mood for the day. I walk out of my room, feeling satisfied knowing that I’m wearing my ideal outfit for the day and that I won’t be overthinking it. All of that comes to a halt when I feel it.