Sunday, November 12, 2017 - 4:04pm

When I was about five years old, I found a picture book in the children’s section of my neighborhood library with an illustration of a mass of KKK members in white sheets, riding horses down a hill. I don’t know whether the book was about Reconstruction or the civil rights movement, but that image has been a visceral, scarring memory ever since. I had no idea what the KKK was, but it was one of the first times I instinctively felt utter fear. My stomach still drops each time I think about it.

Sunday, November 12, 2017 - 3:24pm
Maybe later

Sunday, November 12, 2017 - 3:22pm

Last Tuesday night, I left the Central Student Government meeting overcome with emotion. It was not because of the pride I felt standing united with my community, but rather because I was told that the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is comparable to the Holocaust. I was told that connecting my faith to a state that is imperfect is a problem of my moral character. I was told that this resolution, one that has divided campus for the past 15 years, will not further tear apart our campus. Meanwhile, I was physically divided from my peers, while standing just a foot away.   

Sunday, November 12, 2017 - 3:17pm

It’s that time of year again: Football season is coming to a close, the temperature is falling faster than the leaves and the sun is setting before most of us eat dinner. Final exam season is on the horizon. On Oct. 28, 2017, LSA Student Government passed a resolution that aims to decrease the stress imposed on students during the last few weeks of the semester.

Sunday, November 12, 2017 - 3:13pm

Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Thirty minutes. I don’t think I’ve ever stared at a blank Word document for so long. Is this why so many writers go crazy? I could be doing something productive right now — like sleeping. No matter what I do, I just can’t seem to think of anything to write about. Every little thing is distracting. Swiveling in this chair sure is fun. Oh, look, a bird. How fast can I say “toy boat?” Before I know it, an hour has passed.  

Thursday, November 9, 2017 - 3:39pm

I was 19 then, a socially anxious freshman with time on my hands and a tendency to procrastinate. I wanted better time management skills and, more importantly, money for books and Panda Express. After Winter Break was over, I immediately emailed two people at the library about potentially working there for a few hours per week. The supervisor replied promptly, asking for a meet-up the next day. I’ll call him Matt.

Thursday, November 9, 2017 - 10:00am

Throughout 2017, our University has experienced its own campus climate issues within a broader national context of deep divisions.

Thursday, November 9, 2017 - 9:55am

I hated running after baseball games. After all, baseball isn’t much of an endurance sport, and the punishment of choice for most of my coaches after a poor performance was making us run from foul pole to foul pole for what seemed like an eternity. 

Of course, this wasn’t the case for every team I played on, and it happened mostly after age 13 when baseball became more competitive. But throughout my career, the majority of coaches treated us as professionals — despite the fact that most of us were unable to do our own laundry, couldn't cook an egg and definitely could not drive.

Thursday, November 9, 2017 - 9:14am

I’ve found that the humor exhibited by University of Michigan students is usually pretty dark. If, back in high school, I had joked about wanting to get hit by a car, my friends probably would have stared at me in horror and told a guidance counselor that I needed help. But here in Ann Arbor, the same joke will most likely be met by a chorus of “same,” “me too” or even, “Hey, college is expensive — go get that insurance money.”

Wednesday, November 8, 2017 - 4:44pm
It adds character