I received a book about manners two years ago as a Christmas present from a distant relative. At first, I was slightly offended; I took it as a subtle implication that this relative was not particularly fond of my behavior and I had somehow stepped on traditions of which I was not aware.
At this point in the semester, many of us find ourselves buried in midterm exams, projects and applications for internships, scholarships, jobs and summer programs. My experience is no exception.
During my senior year of high school, I went on an overnight Catholic retreat.
Over the past 20 years or so, it seemed like a new world order was emerging. Globalization took hold and we caught a glimpse of nation-states disappearing and cultures intermingling. We seemingly saw ideological conflicts fade away and an increase of communications and free commerce.
Even before the election, my county served as a huge lure for journalists who were hungry for a peek into the lives of traditional, working-class individuals.
There is nothing better than hearing your close friend share an intense, silly or emotional story from their day-to-day life.
Similar to many University of Michigan students, I pride myself on my critical thinking and analytical skills. By now, as I careen toward graduation without brakes, I feel I am fairly well versed in deriving meaning from everything.
I am a relatively recent transfer admit to the University of Michigan’s College of Engineering. I am also a severely disabled student. At age 19, I was a sophomore here when I suffered an Arteriovenous Malformation, a brain hemorrhage that left me with signs of a stroke.
“Make America Great Again” was President Donald Trump’s slogan, which resonated with so man