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.
Browsing: Points of View
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.
How do I even begin putting the pieces together?
It’s one of the most important lessons I’ve learned so far in college — to put down my books, step back from my studies and realize that there is so much more to college than its academic aspect; there is so much living to be done in these four years.
Somebody once said that realizing we are broken is the beginning of healing. Or at least that is what I read in Donald Miller’s book “Father Fiction” while on a plane over Easter break.
The entire process of applying and interviewing for next year’s Lariat, culminating in a “congratulations” email from Baylor’s student publications board, reminded me of a scene out of “Hitch.”
Upon having tea with a good friend of mine one evening this semester, something hit me. Having friends from other countries can affect one’s view on international conflicts.
I grew up in a household that valued the written word. I wrote short stories for fun. I read voraciously. I took a journal along on family vacations so that I could chronicle the details of memories I knew I would someday lose.
I do not care whether you take in news by reading a New York Times, browsing your Yahoo homepage headlines or simply overhearing the overzealous poly-sci major in your 8 a.m. class.
$160,000 is a lot of money. I know I’d love to be making that much per year at some point in my life.
I have learned something over the years through my past friendships and relationships: sometimes you need to cut all ties with someone.
In the baseball world, the city of San Francisco has been in the news a lot recently. And it’s not because the Giants are the defending World Series champions. No, it is because the all-time home run king woke up Thursday morning as a felon.
Every year for as far back as I can remember, my cousins and I met in Abilene at my aunt’s house for a week of “Heard Camp.”
Can I catch a break? Or rather, can my teams catch a break? I’m tired of losing, losing, losing. Ever since “winning” became a societal catch phrase, it’s just served as a painful reminder of how my teams aren’t.
I still maintain that the visit to the AT&T center this past Sunday was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Like many of you, I’ve had to deal with a seemingly irresolvable problem that has plagued college roommates for decades: some groceries just seem to disappear faster than they should.
There’s something about knowing exactly what is in my food that makes me want to eat it even more.
There is an issue I feel needs addressing, and that is our generation’s display of immaturity.
So there are these shoes called TOMS. Everyone has probably seen them and many perhaps even own a pair of them.
In the words of John Adams, “facts are stubborn things.” Tuesday’s opinion article “Deceptive state campus carry bill opposes university’s mission” is as deceptive as such writings can be.
We have all suffered the pain of a breakup – the deleting of phone numbers, the redistribution of shared goods, the removal of all pre-heartbreak pictures on Facebook.
One single vote could have unleashed a firestorm in Waco. A student government bill would have supported allowing certain students to carry a concealed handgun on Baylor property. I applaud Baylor student government for standing, however narrowly, in opposition to the extreme measure.
