Author: Blake Faulkner (Blake Faulkner)

L ast semester, I was invited by a friend to watch the abortion documentary “Bloodmoney” in Phillips Auditorium. Having attended the March For Life protest in 2010, I was interested to see a good conservative case for the illegalization of abortion. Instead, I found a series of interviews almost exclusively about the “evidence of a...

When I was a freshman roughly three and a half years ago, I lived on the illustrious second floor of Simpson, the south side. God only knows who lives there now, but about six others and I composed the only people on the floor who did not appreciate booming bass music at four a.m., sporadic screaming, shouting, hooting, squawking, drunken wrestling matches tapping at my chamber door, or — my favorite — splotches of vomit awaiting me on my doorstep.