M&G almost made me a socialist
My spending habits with Maroon and Gold dollars at campus eateries over the last few months have been quite interesting. When it comes to swiping my SunCard, I am a full-fledged socialist.
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My spending habits with Maroon and Gold dollars at campus eateries over the last few months have been quite interesting. When it comes to swiping my SunCard, I am a full-fledged socialist.
I have been a member of the Greek life community for the last semester, and have noticed some areas where fraternities and sororities can fail— and sometimes fail miserably. Of course, I have seen areas where Greek life can be good, which is why I am still a member of a fraternity.
Human interaction has always involved bullying, intimidation and mistreatment in some form. As time goes on, much of human interaction is becoming mediated by various social platforms and applications, and while those harsh forms of interaction endure, they have taken a new “cyber” form. Such a form of bullying is especially prevalent among members of our generation — from college students all the way down to grade school children. Appropriately, many have taken to campaigning against this new, but eternal, form of mistreatment. Unfortunately, the leading voices on this matter today present a potentially harmful approach to curtailing online bullying and harassment.
There is an important debate about the type of faith that Christians should hold. I was recently involved in a frustrating argument with a fellow Christian, and it made me realize that being religious is not straightforward. One common approach to the Bible is to read it like a book of laws that one cannot and should not contest, while another approach is to engage in vigorous discussion about it in order to decide whether or not it makes sense. I believe the latter is the preferable approach to understanding the Bible and following Christianity.
Kevin and I were up and ready to go by 5:50 a.m., because the boss told us he’d pick us up at 6. We waited until 6:45, and then he finally showed up. We got to the job site by 7:30 and began working by 8. That extra 30 minutes wasn’t wasted — standard procedure, you see, is to watch the boss mingle with the site manager for a half-hour, and, believe me, the gates of a construction site don’t keep out social circles and dramatic gossip.
After playing basketball for 12 years, I have come to enjoy watching it as much as playing it. I realize that not everyone has played the sport, but I think that everyone can have fun watching basketball.
I recently began working for the Open and Honest Elections group here in Arizona as a signature circulator. My job is to collect the necessary number of signatures for two separate ballot initiatives before the next voting session. I work alongside dozens, if not hundreds, of circulators. One of the initiatives being pursued is an amendment to the Arizona Constitution that would prohibit funding from “dark money” — that is, all campaign donations of $10,000 or more cannot be anonymous.
Everyone has taken a Sociology 101, Psychology 101 class or Communication 100 class. In my own experience, these courses are heavily dependent on student memorization as opposed to professor instruction. While the information in these classes is important, ASU should alter the way these classes work to save money and time.
It isn’t fun being a politician. Our state legislators only vote on big-name bills once or twice a year. If you read through some bills, you'll see that dozens of them are technical corrections, and many more are minute changes. Of course, the work they do is necessary to keep a state running, but the work itself can certainly be bland. Our Arizona legislators have salaries of $24,000 per year, which puts them right around the poverty line for a family of four.
I recently attended the Waste Management Phoenix Open and, besides being reminded that I can’t skate by without using sunblock, I was forced to reflect on drunkenness and its many wonders. Let me preface my next few claims by stating that I often reference the Bible for moral guidance, and that Jesus himself kept the drinks coming. By no means do I write this to deliver condemnation; rather I intend to provide my personal outlook on alcohol consumption in college, and the harm it can cause.
Everyone here at ASU has undergone the process of applying to various universities and picking the best fit. When I went through the process, I blindly assumed that the ideal university was an Ivy-League, MIT or something similar. I, like too many others, believed that ASU was a fallback option: The place where “anyone can get in.” As it turns out, so many “get in” to ASU that we can put out more than nearly any other university.
One of the biggest complaints about the U.S. is that our wealth distribution is unfair and we have an inordinately high poverty level. Presidential candidate Bernie Sanders’ entire bid hinges on this supposed evil; others shame a developed nation in which “one in three children are born into poverty” to spur political action. It is important to understand something before making these grave claims, though. What does poverty in the U.S. really look like?
In our age, there exist countless different fields of scientific study, fields that produce unimaginable quantities of data and research. Some of the Earth’s brightest minds come together in the scientific community and produce constant streams of discovery and innovation. At the same time, there exist countless politicians and public policymakers whose jobs, specifically regarding the scientific community, are to manage and interpret scientific research.
When I was a toddler, tomatoes made me gag. Years ago, I tried to force a tomato down against my body’s will — now I still gag at the thought of biting into a full tomato. Luckily, as I aged I overcame this irrational aversion, and I now enjoy them on my burgers; unfortunately, I still cannot stomach the idea of biting into a tomato on its own, and I may never be able to — I have developed an emotional and psychological gag reflex to tomatoes.
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