You’ve probably heard about Rohypnol, Xanax and GHB (Gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid) if you’ve ever taken a sexual education course. These powerful sedatives are among the most well-known date rape additives, chosen by rapists for their potency in relatively small doses and for being difficult to detect once added to a drink.
Fear is tiring. Unfortunately, as a female student on an urban campus, fear is my life.
If you’ve ever traveled abroad to a country where your language is rarely spoken, you’ll understand when I say that it’s like being dropped to the bottom of the ocean.
It is hard to remember how different the world was back in January.
After two years of attending this university, I consider myself fairly settled down and knowledgeable of the campus.
It’s great to be a Gamecock, but has the university stretched themselves too far to include everyone in this big USC family?
If you’ve tuned into the news at all over the past several weeks you’ve already heard about the police shooting of Michael Brown, an African-American teen who many witnesses said was completely unarmed and submissive to police commands at the time.
As an open campus, one of the overarching goals of the university is student safety.
When I hear those around me try to justify or equivocate taking a knife to the clitoris of an infant, an alien sort of anger begins to claw at my temples.
In a sudden turn that surprised no one, another Israeli-Palestinian ceasefire fell through earlier this week, leading to renewed attacks by both sides.
Good universities relies on good investments. From the maintenance of the parking garages to the large lump sums of money needed to build them, it all comes down to the judicious allocation of available funds.
The U.S. is steeped in a history of diversity and conflict. We love to tell ourselves that we have a national epic of coming together to resolve our differences and become stronger for it.
The New York Times editorial board made a huge stink earlier in the year coming out in support of “follow[ing] the growing movement in the states and repeal[ing] the ban on marijuana for both medical and recreational use.”
The probability of a second dose of Clintonism into the sandstone veins of the White House seems to depend on whom you ask.
When the last issue of The Renaissance left my hands during lunch at Dutch Fork High School, I received a sobering reminder that my two year tenure as Editor-in-Chief was over.
It’s a pleasure to reconnect with our returning students and to welcome the class of 2018 to their new home.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, or unless you’re blissfully unaware of that particular strain of celebrity in which the person is only famous for being “famous,” you are aware of who Kim Kardashian is.