Opinion

I just noticed something strange while glancing at the calendar. The end of the semester is literally 60 days away. The clock is already running out, even though it seems like we just returned to Crete after the break. To be honest, there is a stressful atmosphere on campus now. While half of us are […]

Over the past couple of days, my brain has wrapped itself into twenty million different directions. Not because of the weather change, not because of classes, it’s because I literally don’t know what life is anymore. (Disclaimer: I apologize for this rant that you very much did not ask for.)  To start, Fruit Love Island.

On March 19th, President Roger Hughes, along with his team, sent out an email to all Doane students about an incident that happened on campus that went against the values of Doane. They even said, “Incidents of this nature do not occur in isolation; they carry weight, history, and real impact.”  With that being said,

After our advisor (Hi Eric) challenged us to use petrichor in an article last week, we got to thinking about odd, unusual, and uncommon words. Of course, there are classic examples to whip out during a verbal vocab frenzy like defenestration or even supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (thank you, Mary Poppins). But we’d like to take some time

Let me clarify. Hopefully, that title didn’t scare you away. I love to talk about myself TO myself. A.k.a I like to journal about everything in my head and everything in my life. I despise talking about myself to other people. Even if people ask me a question about myself, I still feel incredibly guilty

Alright, devoted readers, we are officially back to our regularly scheduled programming. Yes, I do apologize for last week’s emotional spiral, but hey, character development is important, or at least that’s what my therapist told me.  Anyway, I have a bone to pick. Not with a person. But with a situation.  Spring break is T-minus

I am so incredibly astounded and proud of Team USA’s hockey performance at these Winter Olympics. Of course, I’m talking about the women.  Sixteen of Team USA’s players and Twenty-three of Team Canada’s players were from the Professional Women’s Hockey League (PWHL), the best hockey league around. No, seriously, none of our players have ever

Content Warning: The following story deals with themes and a personal narrative about grief and mortality. Doane offers free counseling for students. Additionally, the National suicide hotline, 988, can be reached at any time. You are not alone. Hello devoted readers. Now this isn’t like my normal hottakes, but instead it’s something I believe isn’t

Last Monday, I walked into the Bagels & Joe on Pioneers Blvd. in Lincoln at 7:30 in the morning to the smell of burnt bagels. Not exactly the sweet cream cheese and coffee aroma I was expecting to walk into. I had already miscommunicated with my friends about which location we were even meeting at,

I am on YouTube a lot, watching all kinds of indie cartoons and getting interested in new ones that come up. I also watch a lot of video essays about how Disney has really gone downhill in the quality of their animated films. If you have no idea what I’m talking about. Let me explain