As I sat contemplating the meaning of life and the ten-page paper on existentialism I still had to write for the next day, I thought back to simpler times. Better times, back in rural Ohio. I remembered the childish dreams I’d once had. At the time they were simple, perhaps...
The low hum of a scooter engine gets louder and louder, a sound that almost outweighs the sound of your heart beating in your ears. A bead of sweat inches down your neck and your hands start to shake. You slowly turn your head, preparing yourself for a sight you’ve...
Some articles tell stories. Others give suggestions. This morning, I would like to try something a little different and ask you, the reader, a question that has been on my mind for quite some time. You’ve read the title (real clickbait-y, I know) but I’ll give you a quick reminder....
By now, every gay person with a Twitter account has seen the movie Hustlers. For the uncultured, this is a film about a group of strippers who begin to drug Wall Street higher-ups and run up their credit cards (a thing I also do on occasion. Where’s my movie?). Yet...
Folks, it’s time someone around here just said what’s on all of our minds. With our futures in the hands of the Vanderbilt Student Government electorate in the coming days, I write to you urgently in a time of life-and-death. I don’t care if you’re Reaching Higher with Nico and...
