Letter from an RA
I was once a young, wide-eyed, Lil 5–anticipating, party-going Hoosier like yourself.
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I was once a young, wide-eyed, Lil 5–anticipating, party-going Hoosier like yourself.
As Bloomington residents, we’re proud to be part of a community known by many as a “liberal oasis” in a fairly conservative state.
Broken hearts are common. So common, in fact, I recently discovered that “brokenhearted” is a real word, failing to illicit a red squiggly line when typed into Microsoft Word.
Tumblr has recently promoted changes to its user policy, which would either ban or severely limit the hosting of so-called “self-harm” blogs on its platform.
International Women’s Day is right around the corner.
Introverts are an important but often overlooked segment of our population.
Economic inequality, an issue that is often neglected or trivialized in the United States, is a real and growing problem.
It’s only January, and it already feels like I’ve been back in Bloomington for a full semester.
I was born and raised in the same city in Indiana that I have lived in the entirety of my young life. Because of this, I was never really acutely aware of what set me apart as a Hoosier from citizens throughout the rest of the United States.
A few months ago, I read a quote by a man named Christopher Hitchens that made my heart sink.
Every generation has its quirks, eccentricities and just plain laughable aspects.
My name is Katie Beasley, and I have no taste.
I am a tea enthusiast. Green, black, white, chai; you name it, and it’s probably sitting in my tiny dorm cupboard.
Author Kate Miller once wrote, “We are missing something. Our youth today is empty. No longer do the children dream and believe they can change the world. Apathy has destroyed the beautiful idealism of our youth. The intricate illusions and fearless aspirations. The gleam in a child’s eye. God help us. All hope is truly lost.”
As I secured my hair in a tight bun and slipped on my stained and worn Nike running shoes, I thought to myself, “Do you really want to do this?”
Whether it’s hastily scribbled in pen, elaborately scrawled in Sharpie or crudely etched with a paper clip, we’ve all laid eyes upon the musings of our peers in an extremely unconventional setting: the lavatory.