Students dodged a few bullets Tuesday — at least when it comes to the $15.2 million in budget cuts for Ball State University, which were finally recommended in a campus forum. Instead, faculty and employees will be taking the brunt, if the Board of Trustees approves the cuts Friday.
Every ten years, Texas gathers the board of education and establishes the new curriculum criteria to be taught in their public schools. Usually, this isn’t too much of a problem. Then again, most states usually don’t have a governor that openly talks of seceding from the United States because he’s angry at who’s in charge of the federal government.
Right now, you, dear reader, are most likely reading this column in a public place. Whether you’re holding a hard copy or reading online at Bracken Library, take a look around. See those three people next to you? Statistically, one of them has a sexually transmitted disease. And if they don’t? Sorry buddy, but, statistically, you do.
Is it time to give up on having entertainment at John R. Emens Auditorium that’s relevant to students? The top three shows by receipts for Emens in 2009 were Styx, Jason Aldean and Loretta Lynn — not exactly artists that students were enthusiastic about seeing, even if the Muncie community was.
I sometimes wake up on a winter morning and feel like I’m going to die. To be affronted, as we were last month, with a foot of snow just a few weeks before Spring Break leaves me feeling hopeless and with no feeling in my feet as I trudge to class.
With a passionate, enthusiastic, persuading yet informative and dignified voice that could grasp the entire student population at any university in a matter of seconds, it’s not surprising that Tyler Smith chose to become a professor.
Every year, the cross-country team from my high school traveled to a local college for a five-day running camp. In 2003, I was the sole freshman to attend. As high schoolers do, there was a fair share of light-hearted hazing directed toward me, the low man on the totem pole. It culminated on the final day of camp, when I was dared to douse junior Ross Schomburg with a bucket of water.