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.
Browsing: Points of View
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.
Who doesn’t want a fat ho for $3 or less? They can now be found at 11th St. and Ross Avenue, the new location of Fat Ho Burgers.
The Big Apple. The city that never sleeps. Gotham City. The Melting Pot. New York, New York. This legendary city serves as a backdrop for writers, musicians and artists and their works, both recent and classics. They describe its glimmer, its expansiveness, its overcrowding, its remarkable skyscrapers, its diverse population, all of this and more. For many years growing up, these descriptions entranced me. It is the city where dreams come true. I was fixated on this metropolis, and it was my goal to make it there one day.
There are so many different kinds of relationships one has to master. There is the parent-child relationship that seems to take at least 18 years to figure out, and the sibling relationship that changes incredibly rapidly as time passes. There’s the boyfriend-girlfriend dynamic that looks different in every couple, and the boss-employee relationship that can either be dreadful or great, depending on your efforts as a worker and the personality of your superior. For students, there’s the always confusing professor-student relationship that depends entirely on how high on the food chain the particular professor considers undergraduate students to be.
A dog came bouncing across the road on Friday afternoon. He leaped into my lap and turned to my friend as we had lunch outside thanks to the great weather we have been having.
While Ke$ha is catchy and Lady Gaga is, well, intriguing, there is a new trend swelling in music that I am beginning to appreciate far more than the Glitteratzi tunes that became popular last year.
Austin’s 24th annual South by Southwest was nothing short of a roaring success. The atmosphere was complete with excessive foot traffic, eclectic garb and the guarantee that, long after the event is over, your ears will ring for days on end.
When I think of the rights that are unique to American citizens, one of the first things that comes to my mind is the right to free speech. Since the birth of the United States, citizens have been able to share their thoughts without restriction from the government, excepting of course the Sedition Act put into effect in 1918 that was quickly shot down in 1920 after the end of World War I.
It really is the little things in life that make the difference. It’s amazing how just a short chat and a food run with a good friend will brighten a day clouded by disappointing news.
When you spend at least 20 hours a week working with the same group of people, you will eventually find out their likes, dislikes and random pieces of information about them.
College is a pretty magical time for a lot of reasons, most of them obvious and well documented. One of the most underrated, though, is the ample opportunity and free time that students have to discover and consume music.
After more than a semester of collaboration and deliberation, the Student Senate last week approved by a two-thirds majority the last of a sweeping set of revisions to the student government electoral code.
