Category: Column

Campus, Column

Adulting 101

Sam Gutierrez

Never enough time Time is something we all struggle to have enough of when we become adults.  We get so busy going to work and school that we tend to lose the balance between them. Eventually, we lose track and fail to stay on top of deadlines for assignments. When that happens, we begin to feel as if we are just hanging on by a thread and things get a little crazy.  Accomplishments become much harder to achieve. Between work, school and myriad other things, we fall short of what needs to be done. We may get things done but…

Campus, Column, Community

Rider’s first impressions quickly change

John Maldonado

I have to admit that when I was tasked to ride the bus for a first-hand experience while writing this article, I was not excited. The last time I was on a bus, Corpus Christi had those green metal buses. Even in the summer, they were cold inside, and always dirty, and definitely smelly. My grandmother used to take me downtown to Woolworth’s so she could do her shopping but the best part was we would have lunch at Popeye’s.  So, as asked, on a recent Sunday I parked at the Staples Street Center and waited on the platform for…

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I couldn’t help but wonder…

John Oliva

Communication helps solve intimacy woes I’ve always admired Carrie Bradshaw since I first saw her portrayed by Sarah Jessica Parker. Writing was one of my first passions growing up. Similar to Bradshaw’s column in “Sex and the City,” this column, which will appear several times this semester, will focus on college life, sex, love and relationships. I’m a 27-year-old married man about to celebrate my two-year wedding anniversary with my husband. We will celebrate our 10-year anniversary later in the summer. Ten years. First of all, I’m a very sexual being. I don’t think I ever matured from being a…

Campus, Column, Health

All alone – But surrounded by madness

Catherine Herndon

An unfortunate misunderstanding and bad reaction to medication left me in a mental hospital for 24 hours over the winter break.  7 p.m.  As I am wheeled into the hospital on a stretcher, I start to panic. My hands are shaking and my stomach feels upset. Once the paramedics leave, I am asked very personal questions about my body, the clothes I am wearing, types of jewelry and shoes. The nurse asks me to remove everything containing metal, buttons, laces or wires. I am asked to remove my bra, boots and earrings. In my mind, I am still asking myself,…