The Last Word: I can be my hero (baby)
This past week I was perusing potential summer internships when I ran across a question on an application that caused quite a lengthy pause: “Who is your hero?”
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This past week I was perusing potential summer internships when I ran across a question on an application that caused quite a lengthy pause: “Who is your hero?”
The first official day of fall has come and gone, and there is a lot to be excited for this season. Among my favorite things about the season is the resounding crunch of stepping on a leaf, wearing pants all the time and the end of hate-watching yet another season of “The Newsroom.” Fall has undoubtedly been my favorite season for as long as I can remember.
It’s plagued me since my first day of classes at Elon University. Walking into McEwen, I was concerned a lot of things would make me stand out — my clothes, the way I walked and the wide-eyed innocence of a freshman, to name a few.
In the hunt to bring someone home from the bar one night, a man shifts around, moving from one conversation to the next until he meets someone that checks off his desires: attractive, low-key and looking for a one-night stand. By the end of the night, he has spent time and money trying to find a night of no-strings-attached pleasure.
Editor's Note: A factual inaccuracy has been changed.
Never in my life have I bungee jumped, nor do I really ever want to. The thought of jumping off a cliff, bridge or building with more than one story isn’t exactly on my bucket list.
Aaron Sorkin, eat your heart out.
Every morning I awaken, and in the confusion between trying to turn an alarm off with an arm that fell asleep and wondering what day it is, I remember the war that is consuming my life.
Ask any class of first graders across the country what they want to be when they grow up and they are likely to respond with answers like doctor, fireman and maybe even bus driver.
It’s a gay time for America.
In his State of the Union address on Feb. 12, President Barack Obama promised to make the cost of universities across the nation more transparent. That same night, the White House revealed the College Scorecard.
If Julie Andrews were a college student preparing for spring break and she was asked to sing about her favorite things, what would they include?
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross’ hypothesis about the five stages of grief has been taught in psychology classes around the world since its introduction in 1969. DABDA – the acronym for said grief – asserts that when a person is faced with death or another extreme fate, they will encounter all five stages.
On a Sunday night in February, I’m on the edge of my seat. The competition is as tough as it can be. After months of speculation, tonight is the night someone has to win. The clock is nearing 11 p.m. and I know it’s about to be over. I lean forward, excitement and nerves running through my veins.
Pope Benedict XVI became the first pope in nearly 600 years to resign from the papacy Feb. 11, citing his advanced age as the catalyst for his decision.
Returning to campus after Fake Break, I’m bracing myself for Hurricane Alpha, Beta, Omega. In my time at Elon University, my feelings on Greek Life have usually rested somewhere between loathing and tolerance.
There is nothing stopping random acts of violence within our country. True, there are laws that attempt to govern our behavior by detouring us from doing anything evil, but these laws act to punish our actions rather than prohibit.
As Republicans continue to survey the smoldering remains of the 2012 presidential election, they can point to a number of different reasons as to why they lost. But even in the wake of their failure to claim the White House, the Republican Party refuses to acknowledge reality .
It is rare that social media has the potential to restore the little faith I have left in the world.
The following column was written by a member of The Pendulum staff and represents the views of one individual, not the entire staff.