When I was 7 years old, I ran into my older brother’s room in fear that I would be struck by lightning from the developing storm outside.
Browsing: Points of View
Here’s my question: What happens when the wind changes course? Most of us will agree that life is unpredictable. Gusts of unexpected circumstances may billow through at any point in time. The weather seems calm for a short moment, only to erupt in turbulence the next.
Sports and drama seem to collide no matter the cost, and Wednesday night’s games were no exception.
Books have, in many ways, been one of the major highlights of my life.
With a long to-do list of school assignments and projects, you might be quick to assume how I spent my weekend. Tirelessly checking off these assorted tasks, right?
Yep, it’s about that time again. That dreaded point in the semester when things start to really pick up. When everything seems to happen at once. When you realize you’ve committed yourself to a few too many extracurricular activities. Papers are due, midterms are around the corner and projects can no longer be procrastinated. Add a social life to all that and you’ve got the recipe for another stressful semester.
A few weeks ago, I was in my car, stopped at a red light at University Parks and I-35, when this guy on a bicycle sailed past me and went straight through the middle of the intersection while the light was still red.
The recent execution of Troy Davis in Georgia has greatly saddened me. I will not pretend to know every detail of the case, nor will I assume to know better than the Supreme Court whether or not he was guilty.
There is nothing more awkward than calling out someone’s name in public only for him or her to fail to acknowledge your existence.
I guess it’s just part of being a senior, but as soon as people find out you’re in that fourth year of school, they inevitably ask, “What are your plans after graduation?”
Juliet is a 5-pound Chihuahua I adopted from the Waco Humane Society last year. She is also the Lariat’s mascot, a guard dog and my best friend.
The legal team of a man scheduled to die today made his final appeal on the basis of witnesses changing testimony and the lack of DNA evidence connecting him to the crime he is accused of committing: the killing of an off-duty police officer.
Israel or Palestine? This has been a recurring question on the international docket and is one that has returned to center stage this month.
Palestinian plans to submit an application of membership to the U.N. Security Council at this month’s United Nations General Assembly have resurrected the never really dormant 60-year feud.
Most people I know have made a quick decision about the conflict, a conflict that is so far from any immediate impact in the daily life of a Wacoan.
Honestly, it’s not as cut-and-dry as just Israelis or Palestinians, Jews or Arabs. It never is.
Israeli guerilla forces took land by force that was later annexed into the state of Israel in the late 40s, but all is fair in war, right? If the Palestinians couldn’t defend their land, they should lose it, right?
Let’s flip the coin.
Palestinians were quickly marginalized and taken advantage of by the newly declared state of Israel. We’re supposed to protect the weak, right?
If Palestinians had a state, wouldn’t the radical actions just be wartime acts?
Israeli settlers are just radicalized land grabbers with government backing, right?
As with any small-scale argument, there are valid points to both sides. There are also vile acts committed by both sides. In fact, there are so many factions within both Israel and Palestine that to reduce the conflict to two unified enemies is a grave misrepresentation of reality.
There are so many ways to approach the Israel/Palestinian conflict. So many individual acts that have impacted both communities as a whole. They all should be addressed somehow, and no crime should go unpunished.
I cannot choose a side.
I have met teenage Palestinian boys who hate the Israeli police because they have seen their families dealt with at gunpoint.
I have seen Israeli buses scarred by the fires of bus bombs.
I have no idea the implications of a Palestinian bid of recognition to the United Nations.
Will their appeals to international organizations to hold Israel accountable for alleged crimes carry weight?
Will international recognition of Palestine as a state force peace talks toward a viable solution?
The future has yet to be written.
Whatever the outcome and implications of this month’s vote, there is ground-level hope.
I have also met an Arab teenager who hangs out with Arabs and Jews. His says his family can’t understand why he loves his Israeli friends.
I have met an old Jewish woman in east Jerusalem who teaches Hebrew to Arabs in the Old City and is fearless in her relations with anyone.
There are real people, Israelis and Palestinians, who want to live in peace, and they interact with one another on a daily basis.
Bottom line, there is hope for a peaceable interactive community in the little strip of land called Israel/Palestine.
David McLain is a senior journalism major from The Colony and is a staff writer for the Lariat.
My life is not founded on shaky ground that changes every second; it is founded upon a rock, the cornerstone Jesus Christ.
All this said, step back, take a long look at that five-year plan you made as a freshman, and laugh.
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
“The mission of Baylor University is to educate men and women for worldwide leadership and service by integrating academic excellence and Christian commitment within a caring community.”
Jesus may give you only one circumstance in which divorce is acceptable, but it sounds like Pat Robertson wants you to have at least one more.
Seventeen percent of American children, or 12.5 million, ages 2 to 19 years are classified as obese. That means that nearly one in three children is classified as obese.
When I first heard about Baylor’s threat to sue Texas A&M and the SEC if the Aggies left the Big 12, I thought we were kind of like the annoying little brother not letting A&M leave when it wanted to.
Recently we got a tiny taste of fall – slightly cooler temperatures, leaves blowing down the street. It was just enough to bring back the nostalgia that this particular season always seems to carry with it, the memories that come out of nowhere, the longing to shift back in time or to a place we haven’t been in awhile.
Could SpongeBob be ruining your brain? In a Sept. 12th article from U.S. News titled “Is ‘SpongeBob’ Too Much for Young Minds?,” Steven Reinberg wrote “4-year-olds did worse in thinking skills after watching the cartoon, study says.”
In case you miss the other 8,000 columns undoubtedly but justifiably written on the following topic, I’ll supply a brief rundown: Major League Baseball majorly screwed up on Sunday.
I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised Tuesday upon reading The Rope. I picked up a copy from the floor in Carroll Science and carried it with me over to the SUB to get my morning coffee. I planned on reading it with my caffeine boost, but I wasn’t really looking forward to it. After last year’s second-semester edition, my expectations had been very much lowered.
The University of Kentucky sparked a big controversy Tuesday over issues involving the First Amendment.
My mom and I should have known our eight-day trip through Italy would be less than ordinary.
As someone who once lived in New York City and now lives in Texas, I never would have guessed I would be the one who could successfully avoid a hurricane while my friends in New York City would spend the weekend preparing for a natural disaster.
So you picked up a copy of the Lariat. The front page had some interesting stories, there’s nothing else to do in class and you chose to flip to the opinion section. Before you turn any further, you should know who’s in charge of leading the Lariat this year.
During the recent Republican presidential debate on Fox News, former Minnesota Gov. Tim Pawlenty criticized Rep. Michelle Bachmann, saying if she considered her recent actions to be definitive of leadership, she needed to stop trying to lead.
After many sleepless nights on the sixth floor of Collins Residence Hall, I, a freshman at Baylor, had come to the conclusion that I would never miss the farm as much as I did at that moment.