Journalism is about hooking the audience. The more chilling, heart-wrenching and moving a story, the better it is.
I don’t claim to know any more than others about the surprising and often disconcerting speed bumps that life so graciously provides us, but I do seem to struggle with quite a few of them.
Ten years ago, must of us were sitting in a middle-school classroom when two planes crashed into the World Trade Center, one into the Pentagon, and another in a field near Shanksville, Pa.
It was first period, and I was sitting in Ms. Ratigan’s history class when the first plane hit the World Trade Center.
There is one concept that infiltrated our summer: the debt-ceiling crisis.
In the hustle and bustle to put out our first paper of the year, we overlooked some important news.
I am an international student from Beijing.
The summer was a bout of sleep, work and episodes of Pretty Little Liars and The Real Housewives of both New Jersey and New York.
Earlier today, social media were buzzing with the news that, after years of couch-burning, beer-guzzling and Halloween-hosting, Ohio University has claimed the top spot in the Princeton Review's "Top Party School" rankings.
If you’re reading this during your freshman orientation, I envy you.
Buckeye Nation has crossed the line.
Dear Pillow Talk,
We need to talk.
Welp, I guess its about that time. Time to graduate, time for Summer, time to work your ass off for next year’s beer money, or, in most cases, suck up to mommy and daddy enough to get them to support your habit for yet another year of college debauchery.
With final projects and exams looming and summer following tantalizingly close behind, most students are probably thinking about the final push to obtain desired grades, or the vacations, summer jobs or internships that will soon begin.
Well, this is it. Many students are graduating, others are transferring and the vast majority will not be remaining in Athens during the summer.
Pedal-problems plagued my most recent and most ambitious victory lap yet. I decided, however ill planned, to ride out to Columbus Saturday, the day of Athens’ eighth annual C.H.U.D-Zombie-Mud-Fest (8Fest).
I have found that by the time guys are in college, they are often currently in a relationship, recently got out of one or are burned from a previous one.
The network TV season is slowly but surely coming to a close. For people like me, this means crawling into the cryogenic chamber for a deep, satisfying sleep before True Blood and Breaking Bad come on during the mid-summer. But for the networks it means only one thing: upfronts time.
Some passions come upon us suddenly; others begin with a small spark and grow in intensity over time.