Texting Girl Stumbles, Fingers Begin to Point
Last week, 15-year-old Alexa Longuiera took an unexpected plunge down an open manhole while walking the streets of Staten Island.
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Last week, 15-year-old Alexa Longuiera took an unexpected plunge down an open manhole while walking the streets of Staten Island.
When you responsibly opt for a cab ride home at the end of a long night of drinking downtown, what happens to your car?
This past weekend, I lost faith in America's judicial system.
It's apparently been happening for a while, but I've only recently begun to care: fast food commercials are sick.
You know you're on a slippery slope when your constants are letting you down, and lately, my main man, pizza, has been frustrating me -- maybe not pizza itself, but the world of pizza, if such a thing exists.
If there's one thing I've learned watching thrillers and science fiction movies, it's that governments deal in sensitive information. We've all seen the cliche scene where the conspiracy theorist finally gets hold of a declassified government document, most likely related to an incident involving a dead president or an alien, only to find all the good stuff is blacked out.
"Would you like to value size that?"
While we acknowledge the utility of a Web site that allows users to locate nearby sex offenders in their county, we question if this added public scrutiny is fair to those one-time offenders.
You'd like to know if you were living next door to a registered sex offender, wouldn't you?
While the editorial board's June 18th article, "State Must Take Stand Against Gun Violence" was certainly well-intentioned, its arguments were fueled by skewed, agenda-driven statistics. The VPC's numbers appear chilling, but minor digging shows their numbers are built on a shaky basis.
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I know I am not alone in complaining about this, but by God it feels like it sometimes. I am plagued with the seemingly incurable disease of distractibility.
My roommate of three years is becoming a grown up. By that I mean she's taken a job offer five and a half hours away from Auburn and nine hours from her parents house. She'll be in a city where she knows no one, and will be living all by herself. Well she'll have her dog Mandy, but technically she'll be living alone.
Alabama's Board of Education is considering doing away with the high school graduation exam, a change that would be implemented beginning with the 2011 school year.
I don't have many hobbies, but when it comes to procrastination, and with the Internet as my guide, you can just call me an expert.
Before my enrollment at Auburn, the South was mysterious, uncharted territory for this city girl. Though St. Louis is technically below the Mason-Dixon line, I surely didn't feel Southern.
Social media has now taken a step in the right direction to become a more credible and informative tool.
We have all been told that communication can make or break a relationship right? Ask any couple and they will tell you that a relationship without communication can quickly go to relation sh... you get it.
Recently the Auburn University Libraries decided to digitize over one hundred years of Auburn tradition by making the Glomerata open to online, public access.
Why do I suddenly feel like an adult? A case could be made that while I still rely quite heavily on my extremely gracious parents, I have plenty of reasons to feel like one.