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.
In my participation in the never-ending American consumer competition of material acquisition, I recently purchased a fitness-tracking smartwatch that not only monitors my semi-decent heart rate, but also tracks and maps my outdoor workouts through GPS technology.
Biologist Edward Wilson once remarked that biology seemingly holds us “on a leash,” and though we can design and develop our lives, we live within the constraints of human biology. The beauty of a leash, however, is that we are tethered, not immoveable.
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.
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.
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.
The first time I returned home for the summer, to the suburb I grew up in outside downtown Columbus, Ohio, was two years ago, the May after my freshman year at the University of Michigan.
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.
On April 18, the Los Angeles Police Department adopted new rules that require police officers to try to defuse situations before firing a weapon.