Monday, I attended the Service Employees International Union’s (SEIU) International Convention in Detroit to observe remarks by Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton.
Before winter semester began, I was glancing through the syllabus for my Psychology 112 class.
My freshman year was a blur and as it swiftly began coming to a close second semester. I realized I hadn’t focused my plans on anything other than going back to work at my hometown Subway for the summer.
When Yousef Rabhi ran in the Democratic primary race on Aug. 3, 2010, turnout was low.
Out of all of the pressures placed on us in college, the pressure to have a broad social circle and loyal friends may be the most confusing.
I read an article recently in The New Yorker written by the physician-scientist Siddhartha Mukherjee, which introduces the topic of epigenetics through stories about his mother and aunt.
One of my best friends on campus is from Pennsylvania, and every once in a while we get into a repetitive debate over the relative importance of the states.
A little while back, I was texting a friend from home. We were catching up and I told her that my grandfather had just passed away, so I’d gone to Florida for the funeral. Almost immediately, she texted me back a red heart emoji. When I saw it, I was touched.