Central Missouri - UCM

I have recently been listening to an every-day tirade by my boss about her upcoming boob job. She doesn't care what guys want, but she wants to do it "for herself." While I admire that sentiment, I don't share it---- I like my body fine, and the only reason I'd worry about my breast size

A terrible and recent experience I've had with first dates lately has been with a foreign professor. Now, let's just be clear upfront that this man was not my professor, because that's just...skanky. But either way, this story proves that the tales of The Horny Professor are true and not

Another very awkward dating experience I had was having the pressure of being the first girlfriend, first relationship, first kiss, first everything to an adult of 26 years old.

Let's call my friend James. He was 26, sweet, smart, caring, and funny, but he was also incredibly socially

Another terrible first date was with a classmate. Let's call him Chris.

Chris and I had been in several classes together over the years. I wasn't ever too impressed with him: a teenager in a 27-year-old's body, he was one of those arrogant and pompous people in class who has something

If you buy one thing this weekend, it should be this.

Jonathan Miles’ debut novel, Dear American Airlines, is perfect for a lazy day at the beach. Even better, it will make you feel better about not being able to hop on a plane and go somewhere tropical.

Missouri State has begun a new summer program to count and interview area homeless people.

While the basic premise is a good one (get students meeting new people, impact the world, raise awareness of homelessness), one has to wonder at the idea of counting homeless. Isn't that a little pretent

The major 4th of July celebrations in my hometown of Springfield have made me think. The biggest fireworks show, I Love America, brought out 80,000 people last night. This show is put on by James River Assembly church, a huge church in my area attended by many, many college st

I hate alcohol. I hate the taste, I hate the texture. I hate how it ruins otherwise perfectly tasty orange juice, soda, and mixers. But I still love to party with my friends. My solution? Shots. I shoot three of those babies, and I am good to go. I even start to like the taste of alcohol