Since coming to Eastern I have grown so much as a person. I have taken on responsibility and I have accomplished some great things.

I’ve always hated starting these things. You’d think after three years of writing for this paper, I’d have it down pat by now.

One of the hardest concepts in life to grasp is death. One day someone can be well and fine, but the following day could be her last.

I’ve heard the stories all year. Students say, “Oh, the elevators in my dorm aren’t working. My friend was stuck inside forever.”

Last week I had the chance to get away from Eastern for two nights. I was one of more than 300 presenters from eleven states at the Southern Regional Honors Council (SRHC) conference.

Students all across America are going to colleges and universities with one thing on their mind.

Many of us, especially now that we’re in college, have gone through a seriously difficult break up.

When a student goes away to college, they forget about the things that make their small town and the area they grew up in special.

Recently, I scheduled a doctor’s appointment. The office was booked for a few months, and I was surprised they could get me in such short notice.