Endowed with the hallmarks of a leading institution, the University of Michigan has incredible faculty, cutting-edge research, state-of-the-art facilities and a rich history. But none of this would matter without the energy and passion of its students.
At work on Thursday, my boss, who is a kind 40-something woman named Melisa, asked me if it had “set in” that I was leaving the University of Michigan.
No, I answered, it really hasn’t.
Dedicated to the memory of my great-aunt Tillie Gross, a force to be reckoned with and as sharp-minded as they come.
“Boober Tours! The only way!”
Pedestrians stare at Kevin Spangler, the six-foot-five man wearing a long black jacket who is pedaling on a pedicab on a mid-afternoon day.
In the skinny budget proposed in March by President Donald Trump, the Corporation for Public Broadcasting would be defunded.
For more than a century, the University of Michigan’s logo — the block ‘M’ — has been an Ann Arbor staple, emblazoned on everything from the Big House scoreboard to the graduation-party cakes of high-school seniors.
Framing a personal struggle around a song is tacky. I hate when writers do that.
It’s a Friday night and my best friend is in town, so you know what that means, my sympathetic critics: This girl walks into a bar.
The proposed cuts were announced mere minutes before I was to interview the dean and assistant dean of the Music, Theatre & Dance School. When we sat down, it was clear they were still digesting the potential loss of the NEA.
My best friend from the University of Washington messaged me the other day: “Last class of my undergraduate degree!” I responded positively, albeit less animated than usual as I was waking up from a nap. When I got up from my bed, I walked to the bathroom and stared at my reflection.