Ah, young love. “Fifty Shades of Grey” was released Feb. 13, just in time for loving couples to buy tickets and wallow in shared discomfort. Thankfully, the movie’s racy content is utterly unsupported by anything but a lavish production budget. The script is often self-serious to the point of comedy. The plot lumbers along like...
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February 19, 2015July 12, 2022Opinions
Don’t forget the true lessons of Ferguson
Ferguson has grown quieter since last summer, when the tensions surrounding Michael Brown’s death led first to peaceful protests, then erupted in riots. The events are well known: On Aug. 9, Officer Darren Wilson shot and killed Brown. The next day, the crowd at a candlelight vigil became violent, sparking a period of unrest that...
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February 12, 2015July 12, 2022News
TAs, research assistants combine teaching and learning
The Strosacker Science Center is, for humanities students, a shadowy wasteland of labcoats, strange smells, impenetrable jargon, and bad grades. But it is also home to a close-knit community of professors, teaching assistants, and students. The time and effort that Hillsdale science students put in together establishes an informal mentor system. Upperclassmen TAs, having experienced...
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February 5, 2015July 12, 2022Features
An old-fashioned thesis
Senior Yancey “Madison” Courtney is a whiskey girl. But, unlike most aficionados, she has had the opportunity to write and research a senior thesis on the subject. Courtney’s thesis adviser, Professor of Chemistry Lee Baron, said that Hillsdale’s small campus allows students to work closely with faculty while they pursue research on topics they love....
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January 29, 2015July 12, 2022Culture
Popcorn and psychedelia: a Pink Floyd cover show
The lights in the auditorium dimmed as smoke began wafting forward from the sides of the backlit stage. The overlarge (but apparently harmless) bearded basement-dweller to my left began to stir in anticipation of the common spectacle: Echoes of Pink Floyd was about to perform. I sat, shrouded in smog, in Jackson’s Michigan Theatre. Echoes...