Forty-three years ago, a coalition of Arab states led by Egypt and Syria attacked Israel on the Jewish high holiday of Yom Kippur, the holiest day of the Jewish year.

“Since my first visit in elementary school, I have been fairly certain that the University of Michigan is my favorite place on earth.” That is how I began one of my Common App essays some two years ago. At that point in time, the University of Michigan was flawless.

If you haven’t heard, Donald Trump is in a lot of hot water.

Let’s face it: There will never be a convenient time for those who are privileged to confront the barriers to liberation for those who are oppressed.

What is he wearing? Oh my god, look at his hair. Why is he so shrill? I mean, there’s a way to get your point across without yelling at your opponent. Just imagine him in office. He’d probably have a testosterone surge and end up releasing nukes or something.

This Tuesday was the second day of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. The holiday focuses around self-reflection, prayer and hope for the year to come.

As much as we like to pretend racism has disappeared with a few stirs of the U.S. melting pot, discrimination keeps bubbling back to the surface.

Our student body comprises people coming from around the world representing several races, genders, ages, religions, sexual orientations, national origins and veteran statuses. We hail from densely populated metropolitan areas, sparsely populated rural farmlands and everywhere in between.

Since the beginning of this election cycle, my women friends and I have frequently had conversations about what would happen to our rights if a Republican is elected as our next president. Where would we be able to get birth control?

As someone who firmly believes in the value of aid work and service to others, and providing I spent last summer working at a Buddhist nunnery where I performed intensive community-based inquiry to create comprehensive examples of good communication with local people as a means of improving the c