My dad told me bringing my dog to college would be a huge mistake. But despite my father’s warnings that my GPA would drop, I brought Bachelor anyway. (That’s my dog’s name, Bachelor. I want to be clear that I did not bring a single-and-ready-to-mingle man with me to Baylor.)
It probably wouldn’t surprise anyone to hear that we talk about current events quite often at the Lariat. A group of us were going over recent national headlines before this semester’s first editorial board when someone found an article about the Secret Service being in hot water for inappropriate behavior, again. The article suggested that the Secret Service needed a complete culture change and probably wouldn’t accomplish that without outside help.
By Jonathon S. Platt News Editor There’s a special conversation we’re having in the journalism world. News professionals are asking each other: What makes a journalist? It’s a unique idea that most professionals don’t think about. Doctors don’t run into this conundrum. Someone who went to school, earned a degree
The Baylor Bears played in its fifth straight bowl game this year, something that has never happened in program history. I was lucky enough to cover the 79th Goodyear Cotton Bowl Classic in Arlington as part of the Lariat staff over the break. It was exhausting, exhilarating, thrilling and memorable all at the same time.
I wake up shivering, toes literally (and I meant literally) frozen. I check the weather app on my phone. Forty-three degrees. Yesterday was 65.
Without fail, just about every night at the Lariat a discussion about sports breaks out. Like most in the Baylor Nation, the Lariat staff is paying close attention to the college playoffs committee’s rankings.
It’s beginning to look a lot like a metropolitan Christmas. Seriously, everywhere you go.
After years of hiding in the closet with my old-school hip hop and Bon Iver, I’m finally coming out. I hereby announce — without shame and without regard for the friends who might turn against me — that am a Taylor Swift fan. Go ahead, you obscure-indie-listeners and rap-music-devotees, say what you want. Call me a “Swiftie,” even, because that’s exactly what I am.
I like movies. I like music. I like art and fun festivals. But today I’m taking a break from the usual fluff of the arts and entertainment desk to touch on one of the most terrifying topics for someone in my position – sports.
Last week I wrote about men behaving misogynistic toward women. This week I’m looking in the mirror to observe ways in which women are cruel to one another.