In four years here, I have never really played the role of outspoken critic as it pertains to University administration.

As all new years begin, resolutions are created. So, as the fall semester approached this year, a few friends and I made a resolution to be more physically active this semester.

In the past several days, my 92-year-old grandmother’s health has starkly declined, and she is currently in the hospital. The consensus among my family, based on what doctors have told us, as well as my grandmother’s chosen course of action, is that she is going to die soon.

It’s gameday, and I walk into a tailgate and am immediately handed a beer — a substance that would shut down all my internal organs from just a sip. All my friends have pre-gamed the pre-game, and I know it’s just the security guards and me who are sober right now.

I hesitate to critique Greek life from the outside, because members I know routinely attest to the unparalleled benefits they receive from their membership. And maybe they’re right.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau, the great 18th-century Genevan philosopher, wrote in The Social Contract the processes to establish a political institution.

Perhaps to your chagrin, this is another column regarding the Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions movement at the University of Michigan.

While I’m no modern lifestyle guru, I have in fact noticed the frequent use of the qualifier “minimalist” as an antecedent for many of the current “hottest trends.” (And yes, I do realize I sound like a middle-aged white mom as I type this phrase.) Recently, I’ve heard friends and acquaintances a

I was invited to a bar crawl this past weekend. Though I love Charley’s, The Brown Jug and Rick’s, the thought of going to each in quick succession made me anxious. I tried to do a quick mental calculation of how much mixed drinks, beer and cover from each bar would cost me.