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Emma Morgan

A Love Letter to Civil Engineering

My heart beats thousands of times in one day, but it’s only when blood is roaring in my ears that I am acutely aware of its existence within my chest. There are countless other parts of myself that I am only conscious of in brief intervals, yet I exist

Recreate with Respect

It’s disgruntling to step into your home and find that your guests have scattered a plethora of wrappers, plastic bottles and cigarette butts around the house. It’s even worse to find out they deposited their bowels in a nearby corner rather than making it to the toilet. This

Boys to Men

Boys are not normally the topic that consumes my mind when I go on runs. However, last week, boys and how we raise them was all I could think about after a mid-run conversation. I had stumbled into a cute dog and his kind owner on the trail. We

What Trump Did Well

Recently, the United States experienced another transfer of power between presidents. Although this change of leadership dissipated some of my tension and heartache, I know many people feel apprehension and fear regarding the next four years. I want to take this opportunity to address those people and form a bridge

Michael Mawn: Taking on the Freeride World Tour the Bozeman way

It’s nearly 4 p.m. in Bozeman, Montana and the anticipation of snow vibrates through the air. Twenty-one-year old athlete and entrepreneur Michael Mawn sits across from me in the Jake Jabs College of Business and Entrepreneurship at MSU. He wears a mask, but his eyes shine

Climate Action is for College Students

The year 2020 was a devastating year. We suffered through the COVID-19 pandemic, globally devastating wildfires and hideous reminders of racial injustice. Now, we face another year of chance and consequence, but we cannot think of 2021 as a singular year. Every year, every moment, is a workspace to

Armpit Hair is Everyone's Problem

We need to talk about something really hairy: armpit hair. Everyone is born with it, and everyone needs to shave it. It’s time for armpit hair to go. It only exists to collect foul cauldrons of sweat, grime and odor strong enough to befuddle the minds of everyone within