Here at The Statement Magazine we’re interested in telling the stories that matter to this campus. Today, we’re talking about sex. How do you do it? How often? What do you know about reproductive health and sexual health?
After being sexually assaulted before college, an LSA freshman who prefers to remain anonymous due to the sensitive nature of her experience, was not aware of the resources available to her. The sex education class she took in high school hadn’t prepared her.
I know what you’re thinking. What does a column-writing, grandma-sweater-wearing kid who looks like the offspring of Woody Allen in "Annie Hall" and a cold bowl of clam chowder know about sex?
With the highly-anticipated opening of “Hamilton: An American Musical” in the summer of 2015, it seemed as if Broadway — and theater as a whole — was taking the first step to combat the highly divisive and potent movement that has persevered in another section of the arts: #OscarsSoWhite.
“Passengers please prepare for landing.”
I hold onto my seat and look out the window. My stomach jumps as the plane hits the ground and I closed my eyes to feel the earth beneath me.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year …
Hot air wafts from the oven in the kitchen of Linder Cooperative House, which looks semi-industrial with steel gray appliances. A hooded stove and two picnic benches tucked under a wooden table back into the far right corner of a chipping, bright orange wall.
Among the unending items we fact-check, spell-check, grammar-check and style-check at the mighty copy desk are the names of University of Michigan officials, guest speakers, Ann Arbor residents and students. Names are easy.
I was never much of a teenager. It’s not as if I wasn’t a student; it was that I was absent so much — literally away from Northbrook, at debate tournaments once or twice a month, over the weekends — that I never felt as if I was really a member of my community.