The Game of Life
By Brielle Entzminger | April 19, 2016As a kid I loved playing the Game of Life. I could get a cool job, earn a lot of money, live in a nice house, get married and have kids all with the spin of wheel.
As a kid I loved playing the Game of Life. I could get a cool job, earn a lot of money, live in a nice house, get married and have kids all with the spin of wheel.
On any given day, you can find me in my bedroom, living room, Nau hall, Newcomb, the AFC, Alderman, the Corner’s restaurants and Clem.
This semester, as a part of a project for one of my classes, I have been reading and transcribing letters my Grandparents wrote to each other during World War II.
Malcolm and Annika met on the Lawn at 6 p.m. on Thursday and went to Lemongrass.
This week, students faced glass-littered streets and gum-covered sidewalks with bare feet and a mind set on one goal – to raise awareness for orphans in Nicaragua.
As over-zealous, soon-to-be first-years fill Grounds during Days on the Lawn season, many are likely thinking about what classes they have to take to take to fill requirements for a major they may soon change.
This past Saturday and Sunday, the University hosted the American Cancer Society Relay for Life event and featured 116 teams, comprised of 1,346 participants, who raised $179,333.16 supporting the fight against cancer.
“Say what you mean, and mean what you say,” is the overused and cliché way to explain this. “Be deliberate,” at least in my mind, has a more attractive ring to it.
I’m becoming increasingly convinced I may be one of the few remaining non-Fitbit owners left as I walk around on Grounds and see the recognizable bands on nearly everyone’s wrists.
“Tonight, let’s go to Clem.” “Ew, why? Let’s go to Alderman.” This conversation comes up often when my friends and I decide on a place to study.
This past semester, I have heard dozens of professors tell tales of numerous major changes and multiple gap years before deciding to get into research or pursuing advanced degrees.
Something bizarre happened to me the other day: I received personalized career advice from not one, but two of my instructors.
Sherriff said his emphasis on creating experiences — like performing skits in class — lends itself to students’ learning.
Students unite to share their experiences of being LGBTQ or an advocate during Pride Week, formerly known as Proud to Be Out Week, which began April 8 and runs through April 16.
The festival began with a focus on three tenets — music, art and innovation. This year, food has become a more integral part of the event.
Jacob and Erica met on Saturday at 6:30 p.m. and went to Lemongrass on the Corner.
No. 5 — Jefferson has his own recipe for vanilla ice cream in the Library of Congress.
While the feeling of being alone in a crowd seems cliché, there are times when it is very much a reality.
My morning crankiness left me hoping with every fiber of my being that this man wouldn’t turn around to address me.
The challenges any refugee living in the United States faces are incomprehensible to most citizens born in the country.