I was slapped in the face with photos of cows hanging by their hind legs. Throats slit with their blood-soaked tongues dangling out of their mouths. Photos of pigs with their eyes full of fear, huddled into the corner of cement walls. A man pointing a gun directly at these innocent beings. Photos of abnormally large-breasted hens so tightly cramped in cages, they weren’t able to turn around, let alone spread their wings.
Today we inaugurate the 45th president of the United States.
This is my first year at UMD and I am beginning to realize some of the ups and downs that college life brings. While I begin to align my work schedule, sort through my notebooks and prepare for a return, I maintain one major frustration: textbooks.
Back in August, I started my junior year at UMD, only to be asked a week later by numerous classmates what I was planning on doing for Thanksgiving.
For brevity's sake, I will limit my thoughts regarding the presidential election by only commenting on an e-mail Housing and Residential Life sent to students on November 9.
Homecoming is a phrase that signifies returning to home. For current students, this week is a time to come together and celebrate school pride, but for some alumni, homecoming week is a time to return to a place that they once called home.