As the finish line approaches, we must remember that the race to better our world continues beyond this election.
For as poetic as we wax about our surroundings, each barely-dressed clubgoer who trips out of Estate in the early hours of Friday mornings calls into question whether the emperor is really wearing clothes.
You can’t be accepted until you’ve been rejected. It’s that simple. Sure, there are some rare cases where the first piece out is a winner, but I guarantee you, rejections will follow.
Costs that seem petty take their toll on the wallets of working students who, as Zaman said, sometimes consider the length of their work against the cost of printing.
Although America may no longer be at the starting line of the race, we are certainly not at the finish, and that is something we must not ignore.
For just a second, a little girl saw Crowley tell the President of the United States to wait his turn and perhaps thought that she could be anything she wanted.
Until recent developments, it appeared that last week’s Little Building intruder incident might have been a fluke.
We’re oddly reluctant to identify ourselves as American, and perhaps it’s because we don’t quite know what it means.
While there is nothing wrong with dedicating a four weeks to advocating for causes, the efforts are spent manufacturing a tidal wave of pink rather than promoting information that could help save lives.
In the moment it takes to waltz past security, the safety of students can be irreversibly jeopardized.
We are humans and, as such, need hugs. Yes, hugs. And good conversations, romance, and knowing glances shared with close friends across a room.
Campus engagement has increased, but debate watching parties and registration drives are not substitutes for meaningful participation with political issues.
It’s a shame that voters won’t see Johnson beside Obama and Romney. If present, Johnson could add a bead of sweat under the other candidates’ collars as he brings up some inconvenient truths.
Self-imposed quiet study does not facilitate the exchange of ideas; it isolates students further. From long solo hauls on different MBTA lines to energetic group project meetings, many of us spend our time cocooned inside our own heads or hypersocially chasing professional ambitions.