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Facebook, sometimes I wish I knew how to quit you.
The University recently held a Budget Bailout seminar for faculty, and I thought I would go to it and see what I could learn.
During the football team's championship run and in the months since, Auburn has faced a lot of negative attention in the media.
After nearly a decade, the White House has made its decision to finally begin withdrawing troops from Afghanistan. Obama made the announcement the evening of Wednesday, June 22. It's about time.
Sometimes I wonder how much I've actually learned in college.
There are times when it is incumbent upon the editor of this paper to address certain policies or procedures of the paper.
We grow up hearing the phrase "It's what's inside that counts." But how many of us actually believe it?
I love college football, as do many of my peers at Auburn University, but the idea of paying our players to play makes me sick.
Last semester I saw two artists perform in concert, Lady Gaga and Widespread Panic, neither of which was by choice.
Auburn's athletic program has prided itself on having athletes that stay out of the always news for the wrong reasons.
As a young, opinionated college student I must admit I was a supporter of President Obama during the election process.
"The Plainsman is more than that ragtag assortment of people in the office the years you happen to pass through. It is a never-ending line of souls who are devoted to the proposition that telling the truth in a newspaper is important."
I remember coming to Auburn when I was in high school, meeting friends that had moved here from my hometown of Guntersville, Ala. and driving around in the middle of the night, not recognizing the buildings and the streets that I now call home.
The great T.I. once said, "It's amazing, so amazing, baby, baby."
A few days ago, I sat down to review my schedule for next fall. As I have it laid out, I'll be taking 18 hours of classes in three different disciplines and working two separate jobs.
I've always hated Playboy.
In one of my favorite scenes from "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath, the main character Esther Greenwood imagines herself sitting in a fig tree. All the figs are the possibilities for her future: "One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attilla and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions..."
Conspiracy theories start when something seems out of whack, doesn't make sense or when details emerge that cast doubt on the "official" story of how or why something happened.
I'm racist, and I didn't even know it.
I'll be the first to admit it. I whole-heartedly bought into the message of hope Barack Obama's campaign stood for in 2008.