Loud and Clear: A garden unheard
By"Legacy. What is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you'll never get to see."
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"Legacy. What is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you'll never get to see."
President Trump always takes to Twitter to express his extreme dismay with any situation, and this impeachment inquiry makes this rather apparent. This is not how any elected official, let alone the president, should act. It proves how childish, uninformed and unprofessional he really is.
Local businesses and chains are closing, and a lot of the blame is aimed at one company: Amazon. Big chain retailers like Macy's and even Walmart are closing hundreds of stores because they just can’t compete. Just because these businesses are shutting down, it does not mean Amazon will take over the world. But even if it did, I don’t think that’d be bad because Amazon provides so much to its customers.
I do not care that you are not a vegan. When I tell you I am vegan, I am not telling you because I want to convert you or force my dietary decision onto you. Frankly, I do not care if you eat meat. It’s the amount of meat that bothers me, and honestly, it should bother you too.
“Write about saving the monarchs,” Auntie Mar says every time I ask her for a story idea. This time, I decided to listen to her.
I’d like to highlight some of the places here in Muncie that have become beacons of hope and cliched “Happy Places” for me. Check them out! See what they do for you, maybe they’ll become your happy place too.
Imagine a creature so beautiful, so pavonine, a transcending beauty that flies gracefully through the sky. To gaze upon its plumage, an honor. A honk so splendid it sends chills. The creature it goes by the name "Branta canadensis" or the Canada goose.
My anxiety is not a vulnerability to me but instead a way for me to educate others about mental illnesses and show they are nothing to be ashamed of.
“Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.” These words became more than just words for me my senior year of high school. They became my life.
Going away to college can be a challenge for a lot of people for any number of reasons.I thought within the first week I got here I would feel homesick. I thought I would be brooding, calling my mom constantly and in such a slump. But to my surprise, I’m having a great time so far. I know I’ll feel homesick at some point, and it could sneak up on me at any moment, but I feel much more confident in my situation here than I feel other people are.
I was born an Indiana University Hoosier. I grew up in a family of die hard IU alumni and had no intention of breaking the status quo that was my family’s legacy.
They say in college you can only have two out of the three: good mental health, social life or good grades. Right now, shamefully, I have none.
As an undecided student, heading face first into my first year of college, I have realized one thing: I care about what people around me think. That goes for the adults who’ve encouraged me, the peers who’ve gotten to know me, the strangers who may eventually know me and everyone in between.
If you’re a Division I football player looking to transfer schools to care for your sick mother and be eligible to play immediately, the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) is not your friend.
Sundays used to be a holy day. The living room was my church, and I prayed with conviction to the altar of National Football League. I would stroll into the old RCA Dome with my grandfather, knowing nothing else other than I was happy if the team with blue horseshoes on their helmets won, and I was so unreasonably sad if they lost. I was blissfully ignorant to the carnage happening in front of me, and behind the scenes too.
The 2020 presidential race is already underway, with the third Democrat debate Thursday night. This was the first time all 10 candidates were on the same stage, and this was something many people, including myself, were happy to see. Having two different nights for all the candidates was exhausting and confusing. Going in, I hoped to hear more about gun control regulations and medicare. While immediately off the bat, Medicare was brought up, gun control was only briefly mentioned. Not only that, all I felt I got out of last nights’ debate was a lot pettiness.
9/11 was a day everyone remembers in detail; where they were, who they were with and what they were doing. Nobody ever asks me where I was the first time someone called me a terrorist.
What will Dead Poet John Keats do, anyways? For that matter, what would any ghost from the olden days do?