Medical Marijuana should be legal everywhere; proof of prescription and documentation from doctors should prevent disciplinary action unless it is causing harm to others.
Ball State President Geoffery Mearns shares his thoughts on the importance of remembering commencement ceremonies.
As someone who has experienced many unhealthy qualities in my relationships, getting out was the best decision I could have made for myself.
I don’t know if my dad knows what I’m up to or if he knows where my life is going. I’m not going to hypothesize about what happens after death, but I hope he knows I miss him every day.
When we were little, we explored different art forms, from finger painting to crayon art and sketchbooks. Why did we stop now that we are all grown up?
The anti-vaccine movement has steadily moved into the political arena.
Over the past 20+ years, social media has continually advanced, changing the landscape of a generation.
Using your right to vote is crucial.
Growing up, I felt defined by one letter: X. This X haunted my childhood. It was one of the 26 letters teachers could put in their comment box on our report cards. Somehow, with only a 3.8 percent chance of getting this X, I got it every year.
Reading classics shaped my worldview, self-discovery and personal growth.
The Mississinewa River has brought me comfort throughout my life.
A letter from the Ball State Daily News Executive Editorial board on the second annual Mental Health Special Edition of the Ball State Daily News.
AI cannot and will not ever replace the work of a human being. Human creativity is irreplaceable.
AMC Muncie 12 has stood in the same lot on the north side of town for my entire life. I can’t imagine my home city without it. Although the former AMC Showplace 7 in Muncie was open for the first 11 years of my life, I only recall seeing a film there once or twice. While minor renovations have somewhat changed the look of Muncie 12, I still feel like a little kid every time I smell popcorn before even entering the building.
When my alarm clock goes off in the morning, I am hit with a wave of emotions regarding what it means to be disabled, especially on the mornings when physical aches linger longer than others. Eventually, those complex feelings morph into one: the selfish relief of not being handicapped.
Whenever I tell high school students in classes I visit that I appreciated learning about slavery as a child growing up in the Caribbean, they often look confused.
