Every winter, most college students must leave campus after finishing their fall semester.
From working with college students to lifelong Muncie residents, Jason Haney’s key focus is education.
As the chilly October wind whips up the litter at the corner of McGalliard Road and Walnut Street, an alien dances, lighting up the Texas Roadhouse building.
September is flying by and taking with it pool days and watermelon harvests — finally welcoming fall back. It may not look like fall, or feel like fall or technically be fall yet, but it’s fall. OK, I celebrate early — but I have good reason to.
As the weather continues to get nicer and social activities remain closed, spring cleaning can become more appealing for those practicing self-distancing and quarantining due to the COVID-19 pandemic.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be Nancy Drew. I bought the kinds of clothes she was said to wear in the books, and I always carried a notebook around with me to write down clues. I was Sophie, the third-grade detective.
For seven years, junior musical theater major Gillian Lieberman spent half of her days at school and the other half on the stage.
Move on over, Princess Diana — there’s a new royal rebel in town.
We all remember waking up our parents up at 7 a.m. Christmas morning to run down the stairs and see the presents Santa Claus left under the tree. My family traditionally would wake up, eat muffins and bacon and open gifts. After opening all of the presents, we would get dressed and head down to southern Indiana to see our extended family. We would always spend the night at the Holiday Inn in Columbus, Indiana. Why? Simply because it’s a tradition.
My anxiety is not a vulnerability to me but instead a way for me to educate others about mental illnesses and show they are nothing to be ashamed of.
