We see some pretty interesting things, and I think everyone should know that we see you picking your wedgies and tripping over the curb. Just call us the Big Brother of Fourth Street, and check out this list of things we see out of our telltale windows.
First rule when visiting New York City: stand right, walk left. Otherwise, get out of my way.
This year, more than any other year, I’ve noticed a growing number of hipsters at Baylor. In a sea of sorority shirts and Nike shorts, they indeed stand out – and pride themselves in doing so.
Welcome to the world of a Lariat staffer, where the pressure is always on and the world is your critic.
Next time someone tells you to “get lost,” take it as a compliment.
Mondays. I hated them as a child when I had to wake up and eat flavorless Cheerios for breakfast, I hate them in college, and I’ll probably hate them until the day I die.
It’s often been said that the only thing in life that’s constant is change. Through my time here at the Lariat, I’ve found that to be especially true. The advent of another semester on city desk has brought with it another staff and another round of reporters.
Truly, there is no business like show business.
Being a senior is weird. It’s not bad, it’s not good — it’s just weird. I came to Baylor with a motivated and enthusiastic spirit, ready to tackle papers and tests with vivacity. But now, four years later, all I want to do is eat cheese, watch chick-flicks, and not think about having to apply for jobs soon. Be warned, freshman: Senioritis is real.
Unlike the normal student body, I was up in the press box covering Baylor’s inaugural season opener against SMU on Sunday, Aug. 31 as part of my job as a sports writer for the Baylor Lariat. As an eagle eye watching above everyone else, the atmosphere was incredible to see.