It’s a Saturday night in mid-December, and despite the freezing temperatures and the impending tempest of finals, Angell Hall Auditorium A at the University of Michigan is packed.


In terms of an introduction, this is a column about nothing in particular. But it’s also a column about anything under the sun. I don’t know if this affords me unmeasurable literary freedom or if it cages me in, wandering aimlessly around the halls of banality.

The Michigan Daily is printed at the Michigan Web Press in Davisburg, Michigan.

At 11:30 PM last night, after making the paper, the Michigan Daily senior class traveled an hour North to Davisburg, Michigan. Every year, the seniors get a tour of the Michigan Web Press where our papers are printed.


I’ve never written about sex before.

From left to right: Sarah Costello and Kayla Kaszyca

For LSA seniors Sarah Costello and Kayla Kaszyca, it was best friendship at first sight. Sarah and Kayla were roommates freshman year, randomly placed together in Alice Lloyd Residence Hall.

The Sex Issue

In this issue of The Statement Magazine, we’re talking about sex. But to get a comprehensive view of the campus sexual landscape, we can’t simply rely on anecdotes and personal experiences.

“I didn’t realize academia was a career for me”: Stories of LSA academics

I remember it vividly. It was summer of 2015 and I was receiving emails from the University of Michigan about something called the “Undergraduate Research Opportunity.” I had no idea what this meant, nor did I take the time to care.


Heavy breathing, a rapid heartbeat, trembling knees, a tightened throat — these are typical symptoms for someone who experiences performance anxiety. You know, that noxious feeling you get when you’re about to go onstage and speak, dance or sing in front of a crowd of people.


Sometimes I dim my computer screen and meander down the streets of my hometown via the panoramic lens of Google Street View. This is a pathetic confession, I know, but also an unexpected remedy for the occasional pangs of nostalgia.


Every semester starts with the same icebreaker: Where are you from, what year are you and what is your major? I always got tripped up by the first question.