Imagine sitting in the library every day studying your textbooks from cover to cover, taking out thousands of dollars in student loans and spending four to six years working toward your education, only to find out that the job of your dreams has a catch — you’ll work 40-hour weeks without getting a paycheck.
Abortion should not be used simply as a tool to promote dialogue for the sake of what can only be described as the College’s tokenizing of a woman-centered issue. This is especially true at a college like our own that consistently cites “student safety” concerns when implementing policy after policy.
“The glistening bright sun had just peeped out of the horizon and birds chirped in exuberance when all of a sudden I heard the vociferous piercing sound of bullets. Fear was flashing as fast as lightning in my veins and there was absolutely no time to think about anything but to flee from our hometown Lahore and escape death.
Your college years should be a time to learn and grow in all areas of your life. This is made possible in large part through the free and open conversation that the campus and classroom environments are meant to foster.
With October being Breast Cancer Awareness Month, both corporations and citizens alike have been smothered in the color pink, all in an effort to bring awareness to this disease. However, a light must finally be shed on the true consequences of these pink ribbons and other products being sold throughout the nation in the name of breast cancer awareness.
The Supreme Court has ruled on several occasions that hate speech, at least in a legal context, does not exist. Any speech excluding libel and words that directly incite violence or public harm is protected by the First Amendment. Recently, however, some on the political left are advocating for “hate speech laws.”
In elementary school, I remember struggling to learn my times tables and memorize the names of state capitals. I spent first grade in Hoboken, New Jersey where Spanish was the first language of most of my peers. I listened to my friends speak effortlessly to their parents, and wondered if I would ever be able to understand.
On a beautiful Tuesday afternoon, I sat outside of Traditions at a table with friends. The sun was out and the birds were chirping, but I suddenly realized I couldn’t hear any other sounds when I looked up in the middle of stalking my cousin’s boyfriend’s friend’s sister on Instagram. I became glaringly aware that each person around the table was also on their phone.
Ever since the outcome of the controversial 2016 presidential election, Democrats have become desperate for any rising voice that can quell concerns over liberal issues in the U.S. When Oprah Winfrey gave an awe-inspiring speech at the 2018 Golden Globes in support of the “Me Too” movement, people were already in support of her running in the 2020 election.
During spring break of my junior year in high school, I happily accompanied my family on a vacation to Florida. Just one year later, I was admitted to the psych ward at Trinitas Hospital in Elizabeth, New Jersey.