I spent most of my life thinking Texas had nothing more to it than reverence for the American flag and my greatest enemy, country music. My opinion remained unchanged until I arrived at Baylor and realized that I was predestined to live in Texas, the state I now deem as the most hilariously unique place in the United States.

Imagine walking around campus for the past couple of hours; you’re a prospective student deciding where to spend the next four years of your life. Your amazing and fun tour guide has been raving about the on-campus coffee shop you have got to try. You go to try the hyped-up cup of delicious iced coffee only to be left with a sickly sweet cup of bitterness — that was my introduction to Common Grounds.

Implementing recycling programs into Waco apartment complexes is an important step toward making the upcoming generation pay more attention to the environment. It’s the little things that make the largest difference.

If I had a nickel for every time a seemingly grown, educated man made a weird comment or had a strange excitement or stereotype about me being Latina, Filipina or whichever random race of the week he was trying to guess I was, I’d have a lot of nickels. If I combined those profits with my friends experiences, we’d probably be millionaires.

At a university that identifies itself as Christian, social media posts about Christianity are often akin to performative activism posts. Sharing stories or posts to prove that you are a good Christian is, in fact, decidedly unchristian and only adds to certain stereotypes.

What is supposed to be a huge music festival with big-name artists has evolved to be an expensive and miserable fashion show for celebrities and influencers.