Ann Arbor is a city defined by its university, football, food and great culture. Locals and students will quickly praise and boast these features; however, a huge part of Ann Arbor less likely to headline brochures has been its progressive stance and cultural acceptance of marijuana.
A few weeks ago, while scrolling through Twitter, I saw yet another analysis of the new controversial hit Netflix show “Dear White People.” Since its release, it seems as though I have seen dozens of reactions, some expressing praise for the show’s authentic and brutally honest perspective,
When I was 11 years old, my parents and I took an eight-day trip to England. It was my first time outside the country and my first time becoming well-acquainted with any object or building that significantly predated 1620, the year of Plymouth Rock.
When a story first breaks, every newspaper, television station and magazine rushes to cover it. There’s a big to-do about it for a few weeks, with round-the-clock coverage that attempts to get at a story from all angles.
College in 2017, it seems, is not quite the place for a hopeless and somewhat obnoxious romantic like me. Ever since the ripe age of 10 years, I’ve clung to a certain idealism, assuming myself the heroine of the cheesiest and most dramatic love stories.
When University of Michigan’s cornerback Jeremy Clark was selected in the sixth round of the 2017 National Football League Draft by the New York Jets, the Michigan football team set a school record with eleven players being drafted. Ranging from Jabrill Peppers at No. 25 and Clark at No.
Easter morning stands out in my mind from all the collected memories of my childhood. My parents would take my five siblings and me to church.
Exactly one month ago, while standing on the Diag at around 4 a.m., I felt at ease listening to the gentle song of birds around me. The warm glow of the streetlights illuminated the 950 empty maize and blue chairs positioned throughout the grounds.