Each year I feel like Valentine’s Day becomes less about showing your love and appreciation for loved ones and more about showing how deep your wallet is.
Browsing: Points of View
I woke up two Sundays ago with tears in my eyes while my fearful heart asked God, “Do I have to?”
Let me start out by saying that I am a rampant parking violator.
My sister being here at Baylor during my freshman year was a God-sent; I leaned on her for a lot of things.
Last Wednesday more than 73 people died in a riot during a soccer game in Port Said, Egypt. This tragedy has been dubbed one of the bloodiest game riots since a similar event in Guatemala in 1996.
Admit it, you’re a geek. You let loose a giggle of superiority and slide your thickly rimmed glasses from the tip of your nose up to your eyes every time you see the noob attempting his first file backup on an external hard drive. It’s all right; he’ll get it eventually.
Go see Volkswagen’s Super Bowl ad, “The Dog Strikes Back,” on YouTube and let me know if you like it. I’m guessing you will.
I can’t even look at my news feed on Facebook anymore. It is riddled with catfights between girls that I went to high school with, over topics that I have long since quit trying to figure out.
We’ve all done it. It’s easy. We just walk by. We look away. We ignore them.
College basketball is different than most other sports. Thankfully, we can crown a true national champion when the post-season is all said and done, but this isn’t what makes the sport unique. What truly sets college basketball apart from other sports is the role of the fans.
“Really? The Tree of Life?” my brother asked when he heard the Oscar nomination. It’s 26 days until the Oscars, and every movie enthusiast is either crossing their fingers for their favorite or angry at the academy for snubbing their favorite.
As an English major who spends all my free time in the journalism, public relations and new media department, I am well aware of the power of language. Words have the power to build up or tear down, and the difference between a well-crafted piece of writing and a hasty rant is always apparent. As Mark Twain said (and Dr. Joe Fulton loves to quote), “the difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter – it’s the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.”
Well done, Baylor Nation.
Despite the loss by men’s basketball to Kansas last week, the Ferrell Center sold out last Saturday for the game against now No. 2 Missouri.
In the time it takes to read this column, approximately four people in America will be denied the most fundamental human right.
There’s one part of Diadeloso that students don’t get a chance to take part in: the selection of who gets to perform at the main stage.
Sometimes I think companies just don’t get it.
Once again, an election year is upon us. But this isn’t any ordinary election year. It’s the year of the apocalypse. That is, if you believe those have interpreted the ending of the Mayan calendar as such. Or Republicans speaking of the possible re-election of President Barack Obama.
City officials in New Britain, Conn., have blatantly reminded one of their police officers that doing the right thing isn’t always easy.
Personally, I don’t buy into the theory that the beginning of a new year is the beginning of a new and improved me. I prefer to set new goals when I become motivated by something.
As children, we sat in our elementary school classrooms and learned about the great American melting pot. We derive many things in our country from members and traditions of many other nations.
I very seldom write opinion pieces against a specific piece of legislation, but consider this my first. Congress is currently proposing a bill known as SOPA (the Stop Online Privacy Act) in the House and the PROTECT IP Act in the Senate.
If my graduating class votes to give our senior class gift to a new football stadium, I will do my very best to delay graduation.
Money and ego are beginning to erode the competitive nature that fuels what most Americans sit down to watch on Saturdays: college football.
If I could travel back in time, I would definitely go back to the ’90s. I miss wearing scrunchies, watching awesome Saturday morning cartoons, playing outside until the streetlights came on and hopping around with my Skip It for hours on end.
Think back to this past summer for a minute. I know it’s hard to do with the weather finally starting to get chilly here in Waco, but reflect on those sunny days. The time spent lounging by the pool. The time when Google+ was supposed to be the Facebook killer.
Whoever said the camera doesn’t lie was lying. The camera indeed lied, and the media lied with it. Or rather, the guy playing around in Photoshop did the lying.
After a day set aside to show thanks and count blessings, thousands make their way to the stores to grab that shiny, new item they must have at all costs, all in the name of savings.
I’m going to do something I haven’t done since elementary school, maybe junior high at the latest.
With the “Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn – Part 1” only hours away from its grand opening, teenage girls and women at the age where they should know better are going a little crazy.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. You hear that, America? That’s the sound of the “Occupy” movement’s 15 minutes of fame running out.