Since I started looking at Marquette University for my post-high school endeavors, I think I have heard the word diversity approximately 1,237,845 times.

The game clock ticked down the final minutes. I held my breath, hoping for a miracle.

It's midterms. If you didn't know that, you should probably go frantically check your syllabi for exams.

Sitting in Raynor the other day, looking out at Wisconsin Avenue, I realized Marquette students crossing campus fall into three categories.

after the word(s) it should be linked to. "Ramen Noodles, Rent and Resumes: An After-College Guide to Life." The book sounded perfect, and the title was so damn catchy.