When the term sequester is brought up, most people believe it means separating a person or a thing from its normal environment. According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, in fact, it means just: “to...

I used to have a V parking pass. It was glorious. I could park nearly everywhere but the lawn. But eventually, that era came to an end, and I had to buy a U pass. Before I had even paid tuition or bought my books, I was already forking over too much cash for a parking pass.

One of my friends is fond of saying: "Nobody is perfect. I am nobody, therefore I am perfect." If you understand why this statement is absurd, you are on the road to understanding what philosophers and rhetoricians call a logical fallacy. Fallacious statements are those that have no foundation in reality or contradict evidence.

Defying all attempted sanity and conventional post-Thanksgiving wisdom, I went shopping on Black Friday for the first time in my life. I might have cheated the system by leaving at 6 p.m., but the stores seemed just as full as any other day.

I love U football more than anything in the world. If I was stranded on an island with only one thing, it would be Utah football.

The law is an organism that packs in so much history and so many influences that it's scarcely within anyone's mental power to summarize every last point and its origin. Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes expressed this systemic concept when he said, "The life of the law has not been logic; it has been experience."

Recently, a friend asked me to accompany him on a trip to St. George. Being ever-interested in travel, I accepted. My first priority after accepting, of course, was to check out the nightlife and party scene.

In 1894, a brilliant man uttered total nonsense to his contemporaries. In his speech at the University of Chicago, the soon-to-be Nobel laureate Albert Michelson said, "The more important fundamental laws and facts of physical science have all been discovered, and these are now so firmly established that the possibility of their ever being supplanted...is exceedingly remote."

Last Wednesday, I almost ran out of my class. Numerous deafening explosions caused the building and windows in Orson Spencer Hall to shake while dramatically silencing the class discussion at hand.

I was a destructive child. Never one to sit in the basement playing video games, I was more content blowing up plastic Army men and jumping off buildings. But whenever my antics got out of hand, my parents forced me to take responsibility. I still remember taking money to the house of a neighbor whose window I had intentionally broken with a rock. So yeah, I learned responsibility early on, but perhaps the U's administrators need a refresher course.