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.
One of the things I like about Baylor is the way students deal with social justice issues. Instead of spending long hours in the sun holding picket signs, we spend long hours in the sun actually working with others to change what we see wrong in the world.
As class of 2012 members prepare to graduate and find a job, they may expect certain personal questions to be asked of them in job interviews, but “What is your Facebook username and password?” is probably not one of them.
Imagine this: a world without time. What would it look like? Everything human eyes have ever swept across has been touched by time.
Women’s health has been the surprising topic of much debate in this year’s political climate. The latest development, a dispute between the state of Texas and the federal government over funding for the Women’s Health Program, has raised both eyebrows and projected levels of state spending for the next fiscal year.
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.
Hate and ignorance have no place anywhere, and they should definitely not be welcome in sports arenas.
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.”
