Student Life
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It was just after the second week of fall classes. Colin, a 20-year-old University of Arkansas student, parked his car in the parking lot of Liquor World on College Avenue. He was planning to buy alcohol using a fake ID.
Worth the Risk? Students Continue to Use Fake IDs Despite Legal Implications
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[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.0.101″ background_layout=”light”] Discovering my identity as the white descendant of Mexican-American immigrants By Andrea Johnson [/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.0.101″ background_layout=”light”] It shouldn’t have surprised me to see my grandfather cry at his brother’s funeral, but it did. My grandpa does not dwell on sentiments. He complains. He is stubborn. He doesn’t speak nostalgically…
Not Mexican Enough
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The fact of the matter is this: Never have you been closer to witnessing total strangers mid-orgasm than when you glance their way as they reach the paramount point of physical exertion.
The Most Private Public Place
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In a house in Little Rock with a small group of fellow supporters, Ryan Denham, 34, sat in front of a TV for several hours. By 10:40 p.m., multiple news outlets had called it. He flipped from news channels to online media outlets to confirm it. KATV, KARK, marijuana.com––they all said the same thing. Issue…
Jaded Conquest of Cannabis
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I realized that my childhood dreams were finally coming true—people could actually play video games for a living.
The Advent of Full-Time Gamers
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But we were there as service learners, ready to not be those dastardly “voluntourists” who would travel all the way to the tip of the world to paint a house in a township only to have it get rained on that afternoon. I wanted my work to be meaningful and legitimately useful.
What No One Tells You About Trying To Do Good
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Many think that rapists are just the scary men in dark alleys, but they can be anyone and usually they’re someone you know. They can be your friend, the man or woman in your English class, the seemingly nice guy at the frat party. For me, it was the guy in my class who eventually…
Silence is Not Consent