Danica Clayton talks to a University of Iowa student and how growing up in Fontanelle, Iowa—a town of 600 people—shaped her past as well as future aspirations.
Author: Danica Clayton
A Revelation: Alvin Ailey Dance Theater takes on Hancher
RUBBERBAND: Merging Worlds of Dance
Among the first: Being a first-generation student
Iowa City nurtures a vegetarian lifestyle
People often think tofu and salad when thinking about vegetarian or vegan meals. While that is not wrong, there is a lot more to these lifestyles than these cliche dishes. More and more individuals are deciding to move to meat-free diets for ethical and health reasons. Yet, many people seem to misunderstand vegetarianism. Take a…
Bad Suns rocked the UI Homecoming Concert
Bad may be in the name, but there wasn’t anything bad about Bad Suns and The Greeting Committee on the Pentacrest stage Oct. 19. Scope productions once again brought a great amount of talent to Iowa City after last year’s Homecoming performance by internet sensation and thick girls empowerer Lizzo. The Greeting Committee took no…
The Battle Against Social Media
Those of us who are currently in college have experienced life like no generation before us. For many of us, we spent our formative years running outside with our siblings and friends, watching cartoons, playing with toys, and trying to beat games on our Gameboys; this is especially true for me. However, as we reached…
Traveling in Iowa
Four Yoga Poses To Help You Unwind
It’s hard to believe that the semester isn’t even halfway over, but the ongoing stress makes it feel like we’ve already hit week 34. This stress accumulates and makes life so much harder. There are many different methods to help get rid of stress, some of my favorites are crying and stress eating. However, there…
Ending the Road to Perfection
Growing up as a Disney watcher—as so many of us did—it was easy to catch onto so many clichés. Hannah Montana promised us that “nobody’s perfect,” and her Disney peer Selena Gomez offered a much different piece of advice with the familiar chorus of “Who says you’re not perfect.” For me, the conversation with perfection was much…