Jenna Bushnell

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Letter: "She's the First" empowers women in the developing world through giving the gift of education

You’re probably well aware that Friday marks the beginning of Homecoming weekend—yet another opportunity to celebrate our world-renown University and all it has to offer. But what you may not know about Friday is that it is also the United Nation’s International Day of The Girl. While it may not seem like these two events have much in common, they do. They both laud the value of education, but do so in different ways.

Birds abroad: Jenna's dishes on fish ovaries and endless wine in Seville

My first day of studying abroad in Spain was the wake-up call I needed about the importance of learning another language. But before I get all “The More You Know” on ya, lemme give you some background.

Youth vote proves elusive for Republicans

Tuesday night’s election results were a ringing reminder for the Republican Party that it has had a difficult time finding an appealing message for young voters since the late 1980s, as exit polls showed President Barack Obama won the 18-to-29-year-old demographic.

Finding comfort in a bashful Yeti

Throughout my life I’ve been lucky enough to travel and fly a lot. Going to school 1,000 miles away from my native Maryland (blue crabs, whaddup?!) means that I have to fly to and from Wisconsin a lot. But this constant flux is just a perpetual reminder of how much I freaking hate flying. OK, I know I brought this on myself. But anyone can understand that the allure of a great education and an unfathomable abundance of cheese is just too great to resist.

My catty roommate situation

Let me preface this column by saying that I’m a proud, card-carrying dog lover. If I see a dog on the street, especially in Madison, I will accost its owner until he or she lets me pet it. I’ve been known to throw social propriety to the wayside when I see a canine, especially one that is particularly worthy of high affect and baby goo-goo talk. I have a framed picture of my dog by my bed. Now that we have that settled:

Refrain from grindin' on my bum

Before turning 20 a few months ago, I began to realize that, sadly, I was getting old. Yeah, yeah I know—I’m not actually old. Nevertheless, sorrowfully parting ways with my teenage years offered me the opportunity to reflect on some early staples of adolescent-hood. Namely, grinding. 

Report: State will need more doctors