What the hell is wrong with Penn State?
As kids, we’re told nothing goes away on the Internet. Once it’s put on there, it’s in place for good. Perhaps some were never taught this valuable lesson.
They lurk in the shadows, monitoring all with a watchful eye, living for the moment you embarrass yourself publicly on campus or downtown. They’re the Penn State Yik Yakers, and they’re here to make sure nothing goes unnoticed.
The abundance of social media and ever-increasing apps and websites have made it easy to spread and digest information.
This letter was written by Jillian Ranko, a sophomore studying agricultural and extension education. She's a former Pennsylvania 4-H State Council president and a current member of the American Conservation Coalition.
Cuffing season is around the corner, and many of us are already prepared — but others, not so much due to their partners being hours away.
The day Facebook and Instagram went silent… at least for a few hours. Mark Zuckerberg decided to take the day off to catch a tan I suppose as on Monday, two of social media’s powerhouses were inaccessible to all for about five hours.
The leaves are changing colors. The days are getting shorter. There’s a crisp breeze in the air. It’s sweater weather. Fall is finally here.
Penn State finished the 2020-21 season with a 11-14 record and an in-conference record of 7-12, tying Indiana as the 10th-best team in the Big Ten.
There’s no doubt that living situations in college are fairly important to most students. Where you live affects where you eat, how close you are to study spots and where you and your friends can hang out.
The most uncomfortable feeling is when you’re sitting in a lecture and have to cough or sneeze, but you’re trying your best to hold it in.
So you’ve been stressing about an upcoming exam and can’t take the pressure anymore? Allow Penn State to make things worse by sending you to a place of sadness and regret — the Pollock Testing Center.
Editor’s Note: The Daily Collegian is committed to publishing culturally important works such as poetry that the Penn State community demands. The following is one of the finest examples of classical poetry.
When I was a freshman, my first college class was at 8 a.m. and about a 30 minute walk. There would be days where I’d be up late the previous night and simply not have the will to make it across campus.
This summer, when the delta variant rose to become the dominant variant within the United States, I wore a mask. Then, after a bit, I wore two. That was my decision. It wasn’t anyone else’s.
When one of your friends asks you to name a progressive state, I’d be hard pressed to believe Iowa is the first one that comes to mind.