The Statement
The Junk Drawer
By: Brian Tengel
Personal Statement: Daughters without mothers
By: Tali Gumbiner
There are times when I find myself sitting on the floor, with my legs pressed against my chest and arms wrapped around my shins, when I look down at my bare feet and think, “God, there is nothing more I need right now than a pedicure and a mother.” Yes, a pedicure and a mother. The two are of course not equal in importance.
About Campus: Mustachioed Michigan men
By: Daniel Strauss
A strange correlation of sports fandom is that the more diehard the fan, the more dignity to sacrificed to support his or her team of choice. Grown men paint their entire bodies primary colors, dress as animals and chant rhymes like their lives depend on it.
Out with the old eats, in with new treats
- Sam Wolson/Daily
By: Jessica Vosgerchian
This summer wrought the end of several dining and wining mainstays. Happily, though, their locations didn’t stay empty for long. But do the replacements measure up?
The dark side of campus history
- Anna Bakeman/Daily
By: Daily Staff
You might have thought you had the full campus tour, but you’d never hear about these shameful events in University history from a tour guide. McCarthyism, eugenics and military research — the University’s hands are anything but clean.
New rules
rule 200: If graduation day is the expiration date for your relationship, break up with class and grace.
rule 201: The financial crisis is actually a fantastic excuse not to do anything productive this summer.
rule 202: If you don’t do a background check on your subletters, you can’t really blame them when their crackhead friends trash your place.
The Junk Drawer
Year in photos
Personal Statement: The real ROTC
By: Erich Mehnert
Flying faster than the speed of sound, replying “YES SIR!” to every command, training earlier in the mornings than the average student wakes up for class. Is this what you think of when you hear R-O-T-C? Well, you’re right… sort of. You have definitely seen us, the ones who walk around in our “blues” every Thursday with shiny black shoes and meticulously pressed uniforms.
