If the presidential campaign were a sport (which it practically is anyway), then Election Day would be the Super Bowl. Or the World Series. Or whatever the last game in basketball is called.
Gov. Mitt Romney is the only choice for a prosperous future. He represents the values and ideas that have made this country great. This election is the most important that we have faced in our short lives; it could have devastating effects for our future if we choose to go down the wrong path.
Ladies! Listen up. It should come as no surprise that women will decide this election. That’s why we’re seeing strong mothers, daughters, wives, sisters and friends coming together to do whatever it takes to make sure we can continue to strengthen the middle class and keep America moving forward.
Ohio University students are accustomed to the confinement of Court Street with their closest twenty-something-thousand fellow Athenians.
“I want to make one thing absolutely clear: We’re all going to die,” I said as I walked into the apartment. My roommate, Chad, barely looked up from his laptop.
This Halloween weekend, I did something I haven’t done for years. Was it the fact that I went overboard with my costume, shaved my head and drew permanent marker all over my face? No, I go overboard with my excitement for children’s holidays all the time — Halloween weekend marked the first time in years I went into a church on Sunday.
When people ask me, “If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?” I cheat. My response is always “pasta.”
In Leipzig, I saw a great number of people wearing berets.
I know it hurts. Ohio’s unblemished record was officially and excruciatingly blemished on Saturday. And it had to be at the hands of Miami, of all teams. And it had to happen in the last few moments of the game. That really stings.
As an upperclassman, it seems like just yesterday I was sitting in my dorm room trying to register for as many Monday and Wednesday classes as I could. It’s hard to imagine that so much has changed in just three short years, most notably our switch from quarters to semesters … and the fact that I have Friday classes.
I’ll admit, when I was dispatched to cover the recent disturbances on campus, I was less than impressed by what I saw. What in the Sam Hill was I doing here? I was Ryan McAndrews, intrepid and fearless reporter extraordinaire! I had covered Vietnam, Korea and 9Fest! What horrors could this “HvZ” nonsense have that were so important for the American public to see?
In the spirit of Halloween, let’s talk about ghosts. The first thing I’d like to say about ghosts is that if police could physically arrest ghosts, the number of registered sex offenders in the nation would double.
As I continue to live my life, I have come to realize three things that will never change about me: I will never like cheese, I will mindlessly buy any Pixar movie, and I will never believe in ghosts.
The end was nearing and I couldn’t prevent it. If the zombie apocalypse were to happen at this point in time, I would be one of the first to go.
I have a confession. Not an Usher, cheating-on-my-baby mama type of confession, but worse: I have done the Athens breast cancer community wrong.
Two weeks ago, I shared a very touching moment with 20,000 people in Leipzig, Germany, at the Light Festival, an annual commemoration of the Peaceful Revolution of 1989.
It’s the beginning of Week 9, that sweet spot in the semester when we start to wish we were still on quarters so we could be prepping for finals right now, instead of finishing up midterms. Because I’m in the studying spirit, I thought I’d conduct a little self-assessment regarding what I’ve learned so far about sports. There are areas in which I think I’m improving, and others that still need some work. Here’s the breakdown of my pass/fail sports-knowledge midterm.
As I watched the presidential debate last week, I found myself mindlessly scrolling through social media during commercials. We’re all used to them by now; they’re almost as inevitable as the “Everybody Rides” commercial past 1 a.m.: political statuses and tweets. Some live to write them, while others can hardly stomach them.
Gov. Mitt Romney needs to kill something on the federal budget for his election.
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