I am 19 years old, live with five other guys and attend school full time. I wake up (usually late) and go to school and then hang out with friends afterward. Everything seems pretty normal, right? The "abnormal" is that I'm gay. Surprisingly, this hasn't caused me much turmoil since my start at NIC, but I have run into people telling me time and time again that being gay is a choice. Even some of my best friends have had arguments with me on whether or not it is the aforementioned.
In high school, I was so sure about who I was. All I wanted was to settle down, get married and have children young. It took my high school sweetheart to break up with me before I realized that was not even close to what I wanted. I just felt like it was expected of me. When we broke up, I didn't know what to do. Every plan I had included us. He and I… me, who was I? What did I want? I had no idea who I was as an individual.
People allow their own personal feelings to get involved when discussing other people's relationships by stating what they think is right for themselves, assuming that their own standards are somehow applicable to the lives of everyone else.
This is the time of year those two-headed-monster instructors your friends warned you about start showing that other head. 'Tis the season, students, to wipe off those fake smiles you've been treating them to in hopes of staying on their good side and get down to business - your grade.
Upon reading the story on the untimely death of Hannah Watts, I'm left with disappointment and disbelief in the feeble attempt at journalism. The fashion in which this story was written appears to be nothing more than an attempt to show off for the writer's buddies and take cheap shots and those on the frontline.
When I was not able to find my mother for eight hours during Thanksgiving break, I was reminded how important it is to cherish the ones we love while they are here.
A few weeks ago, my mother stopped in to visit my sister and me at work. She seemed a bit upset, and we figured it was because her boyfriend was out of town and she was lonely. She made it a point to have us stop by her house after work to pick up blankets. That left an eerie damper on the remainder of the night. Still, we convinced ourselves that nothing was wrong.
I love french fries. There is nothing about french fries that I couldn't like, except seeing them in full view being chewed on by a Neanderthal attempting to speak while simultaneously spitting all over me.
I heard something last week that made me rage with anger. The state of Massachusetts recently discussed a bill that proposed making corporal punishment, also known as spanking, illegal, even in one's own home.
Saving gas? A small blue sedan was seen driving along the motorcycle parking on the side of McLain Hall. The driver continued on the kind of, sort of road behind the Industrial Arts building and jumped up onto the sidewalk. He kept going behind the Hedlund Building until he landed in the student parking lot behind Boswell.