The Baylor/SMU football game was a great start to the season. The excitement in the stadium began when the largest freshman class created a flood of yellow across the field. With 638 total yards of offense and a fumble recovery TD and two interceptions on defense, the Bears definitely showed that we are going to have another great year.
Behind the scenes, however, there was a different story.
Recently circulated by military organizations and conservative critics is the claim that President Barack Obama is seeking to “restrict military voting rights.”
As Republicans wrap up their convention activities in Tampa, Flo., Democrats converge on Charlotte, SC prepared to conduct official business of approving the party platform and nominating Barack Obama and Joe Biden for re-election.
For most students at Baylor, we have 126,227,704 seconds — or four years — in college.
Only 126,227,704 seconds to figure out exactly what we want to do and get the education so other people will let us do what we want to do.
That’s not very much time. We have to take X and Y and Z and ABCDEFG on top of that and that leaves very little time to really think about anything else.
Fellow students, I must admit that the second week of school has been painful, for many reasons, as I’m sure most of you will agree.
Not only has the excitement and spontaneity of summer become a fading star in our memories, the fall looms before us like a solemn mountain in the distance, threatening us with all the hazy unknowns in our futures.
August 29th, 2005.
On undeniably the darkest day in the rich history of the city of New Orleans, Hurricane Katrina absolutely destroyed the city, its coast and the surrounding area.
The city was filled with standing water of several feet for days, the storm surge reached twenty feet high and sustained winds exceeded 140 miles per hour.
People looted houses, martial law was in effect, businesses were closed, families were separated across miles of state lines, people died from both natural means and from violent ends.
Order was no where to be found.
“I never talk about politics or religion. They just make people angry.” This is a statement I have heard often around campus, usually while trying to discuss deeper issues with fellow students
It’s my final semester on campus and predictably — to cope with a fear of having regrets — I’m making an effort to do things I wish I had done a long time ago.
Tortilla tossing at the suspension bridge, going to every away game and spending an afternoon at the marina might be on some “Baylor bucket lists,” but this university’s richest offering lies in its faculty, staff and students.
Soccer fans might be the minority on campus. Despite all of the game’s fans, Americans still see it as a…
Welcome to Baylor, Freshmen. It’s hot in the summers and hot in the winters. At best you’ve got inside of four years here. It’s crowded sometimes and the dorms aren’t the best and you should probably wear sandals in the shower—just saying.
“What are you doing after graduation?” will be a part of nearly every conversation seniors are having. The answer to that question gives many a great deal of pride in their achievements as they speak of having secured their first job positions and having a 5-year plans already in motion. But for most, the mere thought of the question leads to anxiety.
I read an obituary for “Facts” the other day in the Chicago Tribune. It was funny, sad and more true than I would like to think. It also struck at the heart of what is wrong with our culture.
With the real world snarling and licking its chops like Fluffy the three-headed dog and eyeing the fresh meat that is Chris Derrett, I feel it’s my duty to take a not-so-introspective, not-super-serious look at my Baylor career.
As my freshman year at Baylor draws to a close, I ponder the meaning of life.
I love this country. I love the ideals it was founded on. And I’m sure you can hear the inevitable “but…” in this introduction because you’re American, and you can read between the lines. So I’m going to level with you right now because there are things that must be said. For the past year I’ve been noticing small problems in our society — inescapable issues that have slowly built up a dam of unease in my brain about the future of our country. I’m talking about the complete lack of integrity or accountability a good percentage of America’s population seems to entertain.
PolitiFact, a nonpartisan group designed to look at political claims and verify accuracy, called Mitt Romney’s statement “mostly false” when he said women were hit hard by job losses under President Barack Obama.
How much smack have you talked lately? The last time you saw a friend from another Texas university, or any other university for that matter, did you strike the Heisman pose? Maybe you asked that friend to toss you something just so you could swat it back into his or her face and yell, “Griner!”
Tap, tap, tap. And it strikes. My typing is interrupted by a cacophony of birdcalls and mock nature sounds – my non-smartphone ringtone (which I still need to change.)
Baylor has had a successful year in sports. You know most of this already, but here’s a refresher. We’ve had a Heisman winner, a 10-win football team, a men’s basketball Elite Eight appearance and a women’s basketball national championship.
This semester I have had the privilege of covering matches for the women’s tennis team. Whenever I began writing for The Lariat, I was really nervous because it was my first time reporting and writing and I didn’t really know what to expect.
I’ve never been a big fan of guns — at least, not in real life. In movies, they’re exciting, dangerous and (dare I say it) sexy. In terms of media and the ideals guns symbolize (i.e. freedom, protection, power), it’s easy for someone to be a gun enthusiast in theory. America’s love for guns in the media has only strengthened the impression that Americans are aggressive, violent and power-hunger in every aspect of life. As individuals we know this isn’t true.
Take a second and imagine and an 18 story building. The Alico Building stands at 22 stories, so start there for a reference. Next, expand that building over 434 acres (just under two times the size of our campus), and imagine it is no longer a building or a huge shopping mall.
I could feel nothing. For more than six months I felt nothing. I was stuck in a fog. I could not see. I could not hear. I felt stuck in the gray. I breathed in light, but I lived in darkness.
With summer just around the corner, it’s obvious that many students (including myself) are looking solely at the break as our primary point of concern. But should we be so concerned with summer that we hurry the coming weeks away?
One morning I frantically rode my bike trying to make my 8 a.m. class, and as I approached the bike rack, I hit the brakes — and promptly ran into the bike rack.
Imagine this: a world without time. What would it look like? Everything human eyes have ever swept across has been touched by time.
Baylor has provided me with many opportunities, and I will be forever grateful. There has been one thing missing from my undergraduate education, however: any form of debate or political consciousness on campus.
Poets and preachers, theologians and therapists — care-givers of all kinds, — will tell us that mourning is a life-long project. It’s ongoing, meaning, we are all letting go of something all the time. Maybe that’s why Jesus got to grief so quickly in the Beatitudes. It’s number two on the list, “Blessed are those who mourn.”
Thursday morning started off like every other Thursday morning — nothing new, nothing special. I walked into my Art History class 15 minutes early, like always. Then my professor began to play music, like always.
Nothing makes me sadder than when I’m talking with someone about a book or movie based off a book and they say, “Oh, I don’t read.”
