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.
Browsing: Points of View
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.”
I thought the initial tweet about quarterback Tim Tebow’s trade to the New York Jets was a joke.
I’m not sure why everyone is so up in arms about “Pink Slime” meat.
While Gov. Mitt Romney, vying for the Republican nomination, campaigned in Illinois, he spoke to a crowd at the University of Chicago. Answering a question concerning the extreme expenses of student loans and the availability of employment opportunities, Romney said, “I don’t see how a young American can vote for a Democrat.”
Spring break is officially over and it’s time for students to get back to the reality of business as usual: homework, papers, projects and exams, while also making a point to enjoy what time we have left at Baylor this year.
Most students complain. We complain about homework. We complain about lacking sleep. We complain about early classes. Heck, we even complain about afternoon classes.
It takes a lot to sway me away from writing about sports. Unfortunately, it has happened.
March Madness. Get your pencils ready to fill out a bracket, or 17, read up Sports Illustrated and watch countless hours of Sportscenter to have a better chance of winning the pool … of Oreos … that you aren’t betting on.
There comes a point in every teenager’s life when everything, simply put, sucks. School, friends, parents and everything else seems to have a deliberate and vicious agenda against your happiness. Problems – emotional, physical and intellectual – abound as we try to figure out who we are.
I recently got a text from my mom, a police officer in my hometown, about a man I know who got arrested again. She said it was disappointing because he has had everything handed to him, but he keeps messing up.
I don’t know what’s harder to believe- the fact that Quincy Acy, Anthony Jones and Fred Ellis will never play another game for Baylor at the Ferrell Center, or the fact that I will never watch another men’s basketball game there as a student.
Society has been looking to the less-than-talented Drake for words of wisdom lately. Drake’s song “The Motto” was released on Nov. 15. In it, Drake claims the phrase, “you only live once,” commonly abbreviated as “YOLO.”
Paula Deen announced in January she has Type 2 Diabetes, in which the body cannot process insulin. Her efforts to curb her deep-fried, high-in-all-the-bad-stuff cooking brings to the table again a popular topic in America — obesity.
