Upon arriving in France, I was scared. I was afraid of the language, the culture and my new home.
As the last Spring Quarter draws to a close, the double-doors to a glorious and humid summer will swing open. But what does that mean for our fitness routines?
About a year ago, Wesley Lowery asked me to be associate editor at The Post. Being a public-relations student, working at a newspaper was something I never envisioned for myself. I had been a copy editor at The Post the previous two years and was planning on ending my time here and moving on to a job that paid better.
I received a text message from my older brother the other day that read, “I think it is time for me to come visit you in Athens.”
I don’t know if it’s a culture thing (because I’m from China), but at my age (and I’m 22, by the way), my parents are super anxious to get me married.
Hello, students! Are you tired of shelling out six bucks of your (parents’) hard-earned cash just to get a meal from the dining hall?
It’s almost summer-hot; the body feels rebellious against any extra clothing put on it; the dreams are all about splashing waves, ocean breezes and ice cream. What a familiar string of sensations! Allowing our sun-melted imaginations to roam that far, coming back to reality may seem depressing and dreary: There’s still school every day and studies are as intense as ever.
“Is it difficult to live somewhere else with the language barrier?”
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Walking home on a Tuesday night, my attention was caught by a violin’s twang.
Last week I had the worst day ever.
As the end of our final quarter quickly closes in, I find that my to-do list grows exponentially. As each hour passes, I’ve accumulated so many more things to do that it just isn’t humanly possible to accomplish all of them within 24 hours.
It is difficult to get people to care about fracking and other environmental issues.
Joy! Today is Student Senate Election Day!
Student pregnancy is one of those privileged issues to which people usually refer to as “don’t ask, don’t tell.” Although not widely spoken about, this problem deserves attention.
It first happened after an eight-hour flight. I got off my flight, rushed through customs, found my suitcase and headed straight to the train station.
Just close your eyes. Relax in this position. You aren’t going to worry about anything for the next hour. Just focus on each breath entering and leaving your lungs. Just breathe.
Ohio — It’s not your average dream vacation destination.
I am in no way, shape, or form an expert in fashion.