Soon Oregon may take the somewhat unique step and require, by legislative fiat, that all bicycle riders wear reflective clothing at night. As Portland becomes increasingly bicycle-centric, it may be…
An open letter to Kate Brown
Dear Kate Brown, I hope this letter finds you well and that you are settling into your new duties as Oregon’s 38th governor with the calm determination that has made you…
Take a break
Midterms done. Finals approaching. Stress levels increasing. This is par for the course when it comes to college life. Just as students get used to some semblance of a routine,…
Staying silent: a respectful choice
I sit in a local restaurant, sipping a drink while waiting for a colleague to arrive. A couple tables away, two individuals are discussing a certain crime that was allegedly…
The time has come for more campus housing options
I’m lucky enough to live in campus housing, a place with good neighbors, an awesome resident assistant, and access to the entire campus right from my doorstep. Others don’t have…
Tutoring and midterms go hand-in-hand
Last week I wrote about the benefits of tutoring, and this week I’m going to pontificate a bit more on that subject, due to the fact that it’s near and dear…
Tutoring: A vital component to success
Let’s talk tutoring. I’ve been a tutor at the college level for three years. Full disclosure, I do not tutor for Portland State, but rather I tutored at a community…
The true value of an education
I was recently reflecting on my time at community college, specifically thinking about the vast number of people who begin their higher education journey and never finish it. Of all…
The Viking Pavilion, a renovation for all
I chose to attend Portland State for a number of reasons, but one of the most influential is PSU’s lack of cult-like sports fanaticism that dominates the culture of so…
Accessing your professors
On a campus of roughly 30,000 students, it’s easy to feel lost among the vast number of people seeking higher education. This is especially true when many of us are…
Navigating the academic maze
It was a typically cold, dark and wet Oregon winter night when I ran into my old college buddy Jim outside a small Mexican restaurant in Roseburg. I was just…