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
I’ll admit something that I don’t usually say about my student representatives in Central Student Government.