As November steadily approaches, so does the 2020 presidential election. This year has been fraught with fear and uncertainty for the future. It has also highlighted some of the major racial issues still present in the United States.
How much does the fate of a country weigh? The only person who could tell you was a frail yet omnivalent 5-foot-1-inch woman named Ruth Bader Ginsburg, and she died Sept. 18.
September is flying by and taking with it pool days and watermelon harvests — finally welcoming fall back. It may not look like fall, or feel like fall or technically be fall yet, but it’s fall. OK, I celebrate early — but I have good reason to.
My phone addiction is real, and I’m not the only one who has this problem. Right now, technology seems like the easiest way to pass time without putting yourself at risk. However, scrolling isn’t the only thing we can do while staying safe. While we are socially distancing, we can make the most of our time instead of wasting it on social media.
The Charmin Ultra Strong Bears are trending. Toilet-paper-obsessed Americans have been brawling it out for that incredibly soft, 2-ply toilet paper in Walmart aisles amid the COVID-19 pandemic. Toilet paper has become more of a valuable commodity than gold with people having meltdowns over the very prospect of not having a lifelong supply of toilet paper stocked up in their households.
The beginning of the school year brings a whirlwind of activity, including “Welcome Week.” This blanket term is a series of events organized by Ball State every fall to help students begin acclimating to campus and making new connections. With these new connections made, students off campus often throw parties the first week of school to kick off the beginning of the year. The scent of alcohol in the air, crowds of people and pounding music are just a few things I have experienced at college parties, but there is a hidden side of college partying many don’t consider.
George Floyd was a 46-year-old black man. He was murdered in plain sight over the course of nine minutes by men clothed by the state of Minnesota with the immense responsibility for enforcing the law. I am a 54-year-old white man who has spent all of my adult life working as a practicing lawyer and trial court judge. I read Richard Wright’s memoir, “Black Boy” when I was 20, and I didn’t find the above quote to be credible. At 54, after too many tragedies, I now sadly believe it to be truer than not.
Today on National Nature Photography Day, I find myself looking through old pictures I took on my camping trip to the Minnesota/Canada Boundary Waters. For me this was more than just a camping trip, it was a life-changing experience that taught me a lesson that I still reflect on to this day.
I thought I could’ve saved him. I thought, if only I had acted sooner, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten addicted to drugs and alcohol.
I wasn’t ready to go. I stood looking at a fiery sunset as it descended behind the Spanish Sierra Nevada mountains. In front of the mountains, hundreds of colorful panderías, apartments and plazas dotted Granada. My heart felt heavy as I took in the view. That night, I said my final goodbye to this Spanish scene.
The Daily News does not feel the grading of Elevate is appropriate. Rather, we are left questioning the effectiveness of SGA as an organization in its current structure.
When campaigning to become the 2019-20 Student Government Association (SGA) executive slate, Elevate promised to complete 15 platform points.
Gardening is in my roots — pun intended. My mom started gardening because her parents raised her with it. Now, I’ve grown up racing my brother to our garden to see who could pick the most peppers, and who could collect the most flowers for my mom. My mom’s garden helped us learn the payoff of hard work, and how to make healthy choices with our food.
I wake up missing home, my family and my old life. Life is hard right now and the pit in my stomach is always there, and I am sure there are millions out there in the world experiencing that same ache.
Going into your freshman year of college, there’s this huge feeling of uncertainty. Will this be the moment you realize you relied too much on your parents? What if your dream of being a news anchor turns out not to be what you wanted? Or will rooming with a complete stranger be a bad idea?
For all the shelter dogs in the world; I am so sorry. Humans sometimes see beautiful purebreds on television, in magazines and on sidewalks and think, “I need one of those.”
When my mom dropped me off at preschool in the morning, I would take off my coat, hang my backpack up on my hook and immediately begin to cry.
In light of the response to an opinion that was recently published by The Daily News, the paper’s editorial board has decided to call a meeting and discuss possible next steps.
With all of the news and happenings with COVID-19, this is a scary time for students. We are unsure about what our future is going to look like: will we transition well to all online learning? Will we get to keep our jobs? Will we be able to pay for food, for housing, for other necessities? Will we graduate on time?
When I was a kid, I wanted to be Nancy Drew. I bought the kinds of clothes she was said to wear in the books, and I always carried a notebook around with me to write down clues. I was Sophie, the third-grade detective.
