If I could describe the Law School Preparatory Institute in three words, it would be knowledge in madness. In no way, shape or form am I fully committing to law school or wanting to immerse myself into the field of law by doing this course. My passion...

Ho-hum… another day, another mass shooting in America. We must look so ridiculous to our brethren across the Western world. Not just because we have a Day-Glo orange, pompous pile of crap as a presidential candidate, but mainly because we continue to...

The word “puto” has become a major issue for the International Federation of Association Football, or FIFA, and the Mexican national soccer team. The word has become the central part of a ritual present in almost any soccer game in Mexico. Every...

After attending the Thursday, May 7, 2016 UTEP Dinner Theater rendition of “The Fiddler on the Roof,” I became disoriented and could not find my vehicle on the new pedestrian-friendly campus. I walked with my 80-year-old friend for 15 minutes, and...

Two of my close friends and I took a plane from Istanbul to Athens, and the two-hour flight was smooth and fast. While in the plane, I kept staring out the window and admiring the beauty of Greece’s geographical nature. The mountains on the ocean made...

Love or hate your team for their choice, the NFL Draft is over and rookie training camps will begin starting the week of May 12. Some are either extremely confident in their team’s draft class and anticipate a great season, while others are still upset...

Some goodbyes are harder to say than others, which is probably why I have delayed it for so long. I have spent the majority of my adulthood in and out of college. It’s been like a toxic relationship, you break up and get back together frequently. But...

My life before The Prospector is a blur. That may sound like an exaggeration, but before I walked into 105 Union Building East five years ago, the thought of my future resembled something like a Picasso painting—the shapes, lines and hues coming together...

I must have told at least 30 people that I was doing “pretty good” this weekend. No one really cares how you’re doing, not really, but it’s a necessary question to ask when greeting someone. That’s what it is now, a greeting. It used to be...