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I do what I do because I love it, but also because it is the greatest privilege to me to tell the stories of others. People can be weird, amusing, compelling and just so fascinating. That is why I am thankful that I get to do this so often. Nothing beats sitting down with someone and showing the world what they got to offer. I firmly believe that everyone has a story tell. It can be as small as the fact that they tripped going up the stairs coming back from the dinning hall, or as large as their grandpa passing away because he was shot by police. Story significance can vary, but that doesn't mean telling the story is any less important. Every story can intrigue someone else in some capacity depending on how I tell it. Telling the story to the world can show others that they are not alone in the world and that is what is cool: connection.     • Crew Scholar...
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Editorial

I have a lot of opinions on a lot of things, but I normally keep them to myself because I would love to remain as unbiased as possible. I find having an informed opinion on the world one of the more remarkable things a person can do, but I do not normally share mine online. Mostly because I admire intelligent conversations and that is a little hard to accomplish through the comment thread on Facebook. I sometimes find it is hard to express my opinion through writing because I have so much to say and explain, that my writing does not always convey itself the way I want it to. I also do not always see why people would want to read my opinions over some who works at the New York Times. Nonetheless, I sometimes take a swing at writing opinions, just because I believe it is important to take a stance on things I  truly believe in. It can be hard...
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News

One time in high school, I stumbled upon a hostage situation in my neighborhood and sat next to the news trucks in my car. Police lined the street as a friend and I live tweeted the event. Later posting a story that probably three people read, I realized how much I loved chasing this adrenaline rush of being the first to know information. I enjoy knowing things, especially before everyone else. I admire reporting. I thrive off of asking questions, sometimes tough ones. From those questions came these stories; some I am most proud of. I also have had some cool experiences like interviewing the mayor of Des Moines, being within arms reach of Joe Biden, seeing presidential candidates speak 20 feet in front of me and collecting a slew of press passes. From those passes, developed these stories. So please enjoy these stories that I worked hard to create.   •‘Hateful’ posters taped on Latina student’s door, campus community shaken | Online •Vote for those who can’t: an...
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Question| Why I pay for my friends

Question| Why I pay for my friends

My entire life I’ve been questioned “Why do you ask so many questions?,” “Why do you want to be a journalist?” and one of my favorites “Why do you go to school in Iowa?”  But one I have been asked the most is “Why do you pay to be in a sorority? You are like paying for friends,” which to me makes so much sense and none at all. A year ago from this very day, I joined a chapter by the name of Kappa Alpha Theta and my life was changed. Yes, I am tagged in a million more photos than the average college student. Yes, I gush over Lilly planners for hours because it is typical. Yes, I get cool shirts, but so does everyone else. 366 days ago I probably would have asked myself “Why am I going to pay for this?” But as my first year passed by, the question got dumber and dumber to me. “Why is this a...
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‘Think so hard your teeth hurt’

‘Think so hard your teeth hurt’

“Think so hard your teeth hurt.” A saying my grandpa used to say. The saying that is forever branded in the side of my brain that tells me to do well in school. It has been four years to the day that the genius man I called Bapa has uttered those six words. It kind of hurts even four years later to know that I won’t ever hear him ask for a diet soda while he tells stories of his past where he made children laugh in a clown suit. The six words play through my mind on the daily. When I want to sleep instead of do my homework, I think about it. When I feel like crying because I had to cut a story in the newspaper last minute, I think about it. When I can’t remember that last answer to the test, I stop and think about it. Frankly, it is a saying I never really understood completely. I never understood how...
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One Year. 12 Months. 365 Days.

12 months. 365 days. 8766 hours. 525,949 minutes. Oh what a difference a year can make. A year ago to this very day, I can guarantee I was sprawled out in my room freaking out about what I have to pack, if I was going to make a friend and how I was going to survive without my mom in college. A year ago today I probably felt like I was going to throw-up because I had no idea how I was going to handle college. Now a year later, here I sit in a hammock swing (thanks mom and dad) in my backyard, alive and well. Not only am I alive, but I am itching to go back to school (DSM I am coming for you soon). A year has flown by and I could not have asked for it to have been any better. I met the most incredible people I could have ever imagined, got closer with old friends and just became a better person. Not a better person in the...
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