Mother of homeless man reaches out to Daily Lobo
November 28Editor, With humility, I am writing this letter to express deep and sincere regret of the situation involving my son, Arnold Woods.
Editor, With humility, I am writing this letter to express deep and sincere regret of the situation involving my son, Arnold Woods.
Thanksgiving traditionally kicks off a season of feasting. At least for some of us, there will be plenty of opportunities to overindulge in the next month.
I heard a lot of scathing comments from fans Sunday night regarding Mohamed Ibrahim, the center referee for Sunday night’s NCAA men’s soccer tournament second round match-up between 10th seed UNM and unseeded Duke.
A few semesters ago, in the name of cutting costs, several departments lost their telephones. The rationale was that most communication between professors, students and administrators these days is done by email and phones can be eliminated altogether.
Q: How should I tackle a ‘college of’ application (containing an exam, multiple essays, letters of recommendation, etc)?
Editor, As an alumnus of UNM, I need to respond to the inane article published in the Daily Lobo on Nov. 8, ““UNM group condemns (un)Occupy at teach-in.”
I wanted to change things up a little bit and write a column for those of you who aren’t having sex and want to keep it that way.
I am a female UNM student. I also happen to ride my longboard around from time to time. It is much easier to do so during the summer semester because there are fewer people around to clog the sidewalks and to take ransom.
You can do any number of things to make some material a work of art. You can burn it, erase it, fill it, hang it, stretch it, cut it, tape it, paint it, lick it, glaze it, draw it, break it, find it, publish it, hide it, make a series…
There is a big problem on campus. You have probably noticed this yourself, but skateboards abound on campus.
The lighter side of grading papers is always the Freudian slips, where students write stuff that makes some sort of sense but is obviously not what they meant.
Readers, These words “engage in, enable or facilitate copyright infringement,” could shut down the Internet.
I got injured playing defense in recreational soccer last weekend. Fell on my ribs trying — unsuccessfully — to prevent a goal. It got me thinking about pain. Hey, I figured it was better than dwelling on our defeat.
Editor, Are most college graduates better world citizens than minimum-wage U.S. workers who never finished high school? No! Most college graduates consume far more, pollute far more, travel far more, cause far more global climate chaos and pay far more federal income tax to wage war! When Gandhi was asked what worried him most, he replied, “the hardness of heart of the educated.” I do not want a bigger slice of the U.S.
Hey Lobos! We are happy to introduce our newest columnist and advice giver, Ryan Wooley. His column will be a weekly feature.
Readers, haters and anyone else who has turned to the opinion section today: You might have seen fliers or ads for the first ever Daily Lobo Open House.
We’ve all heard the story about George Washington chopping down the cherry tree, right? “I can’t tell a lie, Pa; you know I can’t tell a lie.
Editor, I’d like to thank Donald Gluck and the UNM Republicans. They made it clear at the SUB teach-in that many conservative Republicans on campus think the (un)Occupy movement is “awful,” and that occupation for free speech, after a period of five weeks, must end.
Imagine, if you can, that your whole life you had been deceived. Tricked into thinking you were something you weren’t. And then suddenly, nineteen years into this deception the truth comes to light in a cruel and painful manner.
Ever see a movie where the camera is placed in front of a runaway truck? The careening hunk of metal swerves right and left as your heart hammers in your chest and ends up hitting and covering the camera, with a horrific crunch and squeal, bouncing to a rest while you take a breath. For graduate students, that’s the pace of a semester. This is the part of the semester where I, and probably many other graduate students, have to grit our teeth and think about something else.