America’s youths need strong leaders. Sometimes just one decision can change a child’s life from heading in a good direction to a disastrous one. America’s young people face problems like dropping out of school, substance abuse, teen pregnancy, STDs, crime, hunger, violence, cyberbullying, eating disorders and steroid use. Thankfully, the U.S. has outstanding parents, teachers, guidance councilers, school administrators, coaches, youth pastors, role models and other mentors to help its youth.
As a double major, every credit hour is important to me. My schedule for each semester, always meticulously planned out, and always the maximum 18 hours, must be precise or I risk graduating late. Trying to make sure classes get taken in the correct order, both major requirements are filled, and that my days won’t be too overwhelming make signing up for classes a stressful time for me, as it is for every student. There is one thing about arranging my course schedule, however, that I despise over everything else – the fact that I am required to fit four lifetime fitness classes into my schedule.
Living with someone who takes a shower at night, likes to take pictures of food and often stammers when speaking English is not easy. I’m grateful that my roommates put up with all my Chinese habits. As an exchange student, I still find everything so different in my second week in the States. From shaking hands to going to a concert in the university stadium, cultural shocks are everywhere.
People say they don’t like politics because “both sides can never agree on anything.” But is there anything that can ever achieve universal agreement?
I am a Christian on Baylor’s campus – no surprise there. It is safe to say that a large percentage of the school’s students, faculty and staff identify with or were at some point exposed to Christian ideals.
These days, the only thing more popular than a selfie is a video of ice water poured on someone in the name of charity.
Ringing in the inaugural game at McLane Stadium was nothing short of amazing: a sea of green and gold, cheering that would make your head spin, George W. Bush, RGIII and a powerhouse football team on a newly minted field. Not to mention the fact Baylor now has a stadium that opens to a river, which is unlike any other stadium in the nation.
“Look behind you,” said Mike, a new friend I’d made only a month prior. I wrapped my arms more tightly around his waist, afraid I’d fall off his mint-green Vespa, get run over and become a messy splat on the Brooklyn Bridge. But I trusted Mike, so I twisted around to look behind me.
