When you have one chance to say the right thing in the best way, what will it be? This is not only the question facing newspaper editors squinting at computer screens as the deadline to print approaches. It...

How I lived 21 years without learning how to properly grill a steak is, to me, a great mystery. My summers of North Dakota bonfires and 4th of July parties certainly exposed me to enough opportunities...

  The friends of UND student Alex Davis were doing homework, chatting about sea lions and listening to music when they got the news he had died. Alex hadn’t shown up to work that morning,...

I’m on my way to circumventing the entire gamut of the usual college living arrangements. First year: Dorm. Second year: Fraternity. Third year: Apartment. And — if my friends and I can...

It’s that time of year again when the ice gives way to the temporary lagoons that spring up across campus in the depressions in the sidewalks and the wet tracks of longboards again appear criss-crossing...

This week, a resolution was proposed to Student Senate that would cut funding to The Dakota Student. Though we didn’t learn of this resolution’s existence until the night before it was heard, we spoke...

Sometimes I wish I were a ski bum. The name, on the surface, implies two contrasting ideas. “Ski” brings to mind images of athletes exploring nature in dangerous and sophisticated ways. “Bum”...

When you find yourself in a position to say something — and you realize you have one chance to say it — what will it be? This prompt is often left unasked, or unanswered, by those who speak, and...

By Roger Waters You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need. You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street, You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed. And...

I figured you’d be able to see far from the Tower of Hope, but who knew it was in Manitoba? Last weekend, we went to the brand new Canadian Museum for Human Rights in Winnipeg, and it was seriously...

Have you ever sat in the entryway to the backdoor of the Memorial Union? Around the corner, along the wheelchair ramp, behind the fake plants, there’s a nice little nook with a view of the alley between...

The most unprofessional thing I’ve experienced at UND happened last semester on the last day of the lab section of one of my intro-level science courses. Just before handing out the final lab exam —...