Statement

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I can’t help but crack a smile every time I sit down to write a column for The Michigan Daily, and oddly enough, it’s because of my grandpa.

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Last March, when the University announced that classes would be moved online, I was in a philosophy seminar, cramming with my classmates for the exam we had i

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One of Michigan’s gems, Mackinac Island, sits at the top of the mitten and is home to charming stores, picturesque hikes and, of course, lots of fudge shops.

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My mother has always told me I’m allowed to be an English major, but I’m not allowed to become a teacher. As a senior studying creative writing and literature, I haven’t strayed far from the world I grew up in — one where education was a daily topic of discussion. 

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It was summer when I got my first job. I was sixteen, the age at which a parent harps on the need for responsibility, for time to be spent wisely. In my hometown — Holland, Mich. — farms with plentiful crops cover the town in patches, all ripe with job opportunities.

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Emma, 4,002 miles away.

J: Yeah American stereotypes are all kinda bad lol

E: Hahaha yeah you guys are the laughingstock every time

J:  Harsh

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Walking briskly to my French class to escape the Michigan chill, I savor the blinding morning sun and let the autumn breeze tangle my hair as I weave through the bottlenecks of people in Angell Hall to arrive at my first class just a little bit early.

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I’ve been settling recently. I’ve settled into a new home. I’ve settled into a new routine. I’ve settled into a global pandemic. I watch as my friends and family seem to do the same. The mention of  “COVID-19” sounds like the name of an estranged relative my family likes to gossip about.

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After a summer full of changes for both The Daily and The Statement, our staff is making print and online adjustments for our fall content — centralizing our content in a Magnify website found here.

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On Tuesday of Welcome Week this year, I had dinner alone on my porch. The house I had moved into just a few days earlier was still uncomfortably hot, so I fled to the cool breeze and quiet murmur of the street.