Monday, January 13, 2020 - 10:49am

My adoration of tapirs began fifteen years ago after studying them for a second grade research project. They’re odd pachyderms with miniature trunks, panda-like faces and pig-like bodies that make them look like they belong more in a Dr. Seuss book than a real-life zoo. Few other animals match both the charm and uniqueness that tapirs embody. While seemingly plump and lazy animals, they are powerful swimmers that have to worry about anacondas as much as jaguars as they scour the rainforests for food. Adding to their troubles is the ever-encroaching, overbearing hand of humanity.

Wednesday, December 4, 2019 - 6:14pm

As I explored campus those first few daunting and lonely weeks of college, I discovered the Nichols Arboretum. A patch of historic forests and prairies sitting in the center of Ann Arbor, it’s arguably the most beautiful part of the city and a rare peek at what the area may have looked like 300 years ago. I’ve spent many of my days watching the wildlife scamper through the grass and fly about the trees and underbrush as I do my homework.

Thursday, November 14, 2019 - 6:11pm
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We drifted around campus, feeling the glares of college students rushing past us to class. Everyone was in awe at the overload of information that spouted out of our tour guide as we spun the cube and tiptoed over the block ‘M’ in the Diag. From the grandiose architecture to the towering trees, everything seemed special, even the legendary friendly squirrels. 

Thursday, October 31, 2019 - 6:07pm
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The confused and mildly embarrassed nurse rushed out of the tent. “I’ve never seen this before. Let me go get the doctor.”  

The computer I was doing my health evaluation on the minute before now read, “Error.

I had clicked through a few mundane questions to see if I could give blood in our high school’s annual blood drive, something of a senior class ritual. 

Male, Female, Other.” Male. 

Are you on antibiotics?” No.  

Thursday, October 10, 2019 - 5:19pm
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I hurriedly typed out the last lines of my essay and logged out of the computer. The printer grumbled along with my stomach as it spat out sheets of paper. My Mac had died on me the day before, so I was trapped in a dark computer lab completing an assignment. It wasn’t due until the next day, but I had to finish it before I went home for the night and made dinner; something I desperately needed as the fluorescent lights shocked my hungry brain. I shoved my things into my backpack and rushed to the faulty stapler, which crushed its only staple into my title page.

Thursday, September 26, 2019 - 2:57pm
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Denver is famous for its drug culture. Whether it be the marijuana dispensaries lining almost every street or the microbreweries littering the city’s burgeoning “hip” (gentrified) neighborhoods, it’s certain that the Mile High City knows how to have a good time. This became obvious to me the summer before last after my mom and I moved there from Nebraska.