COLUMN: A country divided
Throughout this lengthy campaign season, my mom has repeatedly called me and said, “Jess, I’m actually really scared that he could win. I was at a dinner party last night and Mr. and Mrs. so-and-so are Trump supporters.”
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Throughout this lengthy campaign season, my mom has repeatedly called me and said, “Jess, I’m actually really scared that he could win. I was at a dinner party last night and Mr. and Mrs. so-and-so are Trump supporters.”
It seems as though Donald Trump’s parents never sat him down and had the unavoidably awkward but ultimately necessary conversation about the birds and the bees.
The first Nobel Prize in Literature was awarded in 1901 to a French poet named Sully Prudhomme. The Swedish Academy was moved by his “lofty idealism, artistic perfection and a rare combination of the qualities of both heart and intellect.”
“Creepy clowns prompts lockdown in North Texas,” “Deputies: Shenendehowa bomb threat came from creepy clowns,” “Recent wave of creepy clown reports has yet to reach Boston area. But it’s happened here before.”
I remember my mom picking me up early that day. I remember the relentless replay of the Windows of the World crashing to the ground, my 5-year-old mind numb to the catastrophic nature of the event. I remember my classmates who attended the funerals of their parents a few days later.
If A105: Stars and Galaxies taught me one thing, it was that astronomy and astrology are two very different things.
Concealing one’s flaws is a timeless idea.
As a senior beginning to navigate the territory of my early twenties, I have officially deemed myself irrelevant.
For the children living in the federally funded West Calumet Housing Complex, the skies are blue, the grass is green and the soil in which they’re playing on is more lead-infested than ever.
I decided to enroll in an online class this semester because I am a busy person.
The 42nd president of the United States of America entered uncharted territory July 26 at the Democratic National Convention as he took his best shot at stepping into the supporting role his wife previously inhabited as she became the 2016 Democratic presidential nominee.
It’s 2016 and we have spell-check, physical dictionaries, not to mention the countless websites that allow individuals to correctly order their ABC’s, yet #plagiarism was trending on Twitter.
It’s no secret Victoria’s secret is padding.
It’s no secret that I love a good millennial era ailment. They are a perfect reflection of today’s society, the good and the bad.
I’ve been living in New York City for the past three summers, and if I’ve learned one thing it’s that people come in all shapes and sizes.
Rainbow bagels, avocado toast, cronuts, sushi burritos and ramen burgers have all seen the limelight or, more fittingly, the backlight of many a person’s iPhone screen.
As I scroll through my Snapchat stories every Tuesday morning, I am confronted with pixelated images of JoJo Fletcher donning some skimpy bikini or sparkly ball gown.
An endangered gorilla named Harambe was shot dead by a group of zookeepers at the Cincinnati Zoo and Botanical Gardens in order to protect a 3-year-old child who fell into the exhibit enclosure.
I can’t decide whether millennials are lazy or brilliant.
Senate majority leader Mitch McConnell announced Tuesday, “Given where we are today, with women in the military performing virtually all kinds of functions, I personally think it would be appropriate for them to register (for the draft) just like men do,” according to the Portland Press Herald.