I’m going to be honest: I’ve never developed a huge tolerance for people of different cultures. Not because I was incapable or unwilling; I’ve simply never been around more than a few of them at a time.
Picture this: it’s 10:30 p.m. and you are stuck behind a desk stressing over deadline and the loads of homework you have to conquer after you get off work. Now imagine hearing laughter, nerf guns and general sighs of relief from other section editors who have already finished their page. Guess who isn’t laughing – the news editor.
In a world where there’s a Starbucks on basically every corner, one caffeine junkie will make it her mission to find New York’s celebrated coffee joints, proving nobody has to settle for $5 sweetened burnt espresso.
I have big news to share with everyone today: I am in love.
Where were the Lariat staffers during the now-infamous ‘kick’?
As of this week, it has come to my attention that I have a certified “pouty resting face.”
Test, papers, and projects — oh my! It’s that time of the semester where I look like a post-apocalyptic zombie and have zero tolerance for ANY sort of malarkey whatsoever.
At the Lariat, we think of one thing very frequently: food. We are constantly begging our adviser Julie Freeman to buy us pizza because whether we realize it or not, writing makes us hungry.
Call it what you will, but as of late, I’ve fallen victim to a journalist’s worst nightmare: writer’s block.
This summer, I decided to cut my hair. Okay, that’s an understatement. This summer, I decided to shave the right side of my head.