The Baylor Lariat

It’s that time of the year again: time to register for next semester’s classes. Many students find registering for classes frustrating for numerous reasons, and I doubt there is a solution that could make everyone happy.

It’s November in Texas, which, might I add, has been a glorious month as far as temperatures go. For anyone who enjoys camping, this is a (or, as far as Texas goes, maybe “the”) prime month to pack up your old Coleman or what-have-you and spend a few days “roughing it.”

America’s founding principles of liberty and equality have guided our nation’s path from 1776 to the present day. These principles took us to revolution and war. Their promise drove freedom fighters to America’s streets to demand that the state recognize the same rights of non-landowners, minorities and women.

Beauty pageants do not sit well with me. Showboating physical appearance while claiming to promote various social causes, which often include women’s self-esteem, seems contradictory.

Christian movies suck. They do. They really do. Ask anybody if they enjoyed the film “God’s Not Dead” more than the new “Guardians of the Galaxy” flick. The same principle applies to music.

In a studying abroad briefing session at Baylor, I heard this from a female student who went to Japan this summer.

Just a few weeks ago, Student Senator Gannon McCahill created some controversy in student government by proposing a concealed carry on-campus bill, which was promptly vetoed by Student Body President Dominic Edwards. This week, McCahill was back in the spotlight after being asked to resign by the Senate Executive Council, a powerful group of senators that meets behind closed doors to decide on disciplinary issues for student government members.

With Election Day coming to a close Tuesday, the media’s endless attention towards the U.S. Senate race will now shift to the most important race of all – the race for party supremacy in the White House.

When I think about my time here at Baylor, I think about a whirlwind of incredible experiences: listening to Sandra Day O’Connor speak, cheering on an amazing football team and consuming copious amounts of spicy jalapeno dip at Chuy’s. But I also think about that gnawing question: What in the world am I going to do after I leave here?