There was a different energy in the Brick-Breeden Fieldhouse this weekend from that of typical sporting events. But the MSU Rodeo isn’t like any other sporting event.
After the snow melted, grass around campus was exposed, revealing a disturbing amount of trash to students and faculty members alike who prefer to have lawns free of the plastic and paper eyesores.
I came to MSU under the impression that Bozeman was a ski town. Naturally, I was expecting one characteristic of this city to stand out more than anything else: it was supposed to be white.
I wake up to bitter cold. In my sleeping bag I’m comfortable enough, but the second I try to leave, I feel the chill go deep into my bones.
Every new season calls for new music, and right about now it’s time to break out of the whiskey-fed bluegrass and/or electronic rut of winter.