“My life is in danger. My husband wants to kill me. He said he’s going to kill me,” she told the cab driver on the other side of the phone. Her scalp was still sore as a reminder.
I grew up in a town about 20 minutes south of Indianapolis in Greenwood, Indiana. I went to Center Grove High School. According to the U.S. News and World Report, the diversity rate there as of the 2015-2016 school year, the year I graduated, was 11 percent.
With the start of a new school year, many students are looking to create friendships and find their “fit” on campus by getting involved in new groups.
Special wood, carving tools and sometimes chains are only a few of the requirements needed to create custom-made frames and repair different art pieces taken to Gordy Fine Art and Framing Company.
Shantanu Suman, assistant professor of art, can remember exactly what his childhood smelled like.
Some come to college looking for themselves, trying to figure out who they are and what they want. Others, like Noelle Robinson, a freshman speech-language pathology major, come to college looking for someone they’ve lost.
The word “warrior” can be defined as “a brave or experienced soldier or fighter,” but 13-year-old Logan Carter paired it with the word “wildlife” to give it a new meaning.
Our generation, the Millennials, is at its peak. We are pushing for change, rallying behind each other, standing together. Our voice is a united front against those who doubt, mock and threaten us.
I had a Facebook memory pop up the other day that almost made me cry.
