The Carletonian

I’ll start this piece by admitting something that’s probably clear to anyone who regularly reads the print edition of the Carletonian: every couple of weeks, I have a lot of trouble with layout.

Today at lunch, I was talking to my professors about the end of the term, and they were talking about the lack of competition among students at Carleton.

Poskanzer, who has for nearly three years adhered to the long-standing presidential tradition of maintaining residence in Nutting House, has failed to successfully draw into his twenty-room home for the 2013-2014 academic year after neglecting to show up to room draw earlier this week.

It’s hard to say with certainty when journalism was born. Arguably, it began when politics began, to become a watchdog over those in power. Thucydides was the first to record history, so as to keep “record of the events of mankind.”

Here at Carleton we live less than 30 miles away from Prairie Island, one of 52 nuclear power plants in the U.S. In fact, 40% of the U.S. population lives within 50 miles of a nuclear power plant, putting them at risk in the event of a nuclear disaster.

I’ll admit it: I’m a disgruntled jobseeker.  I came to Carleton four years ago with a few suitcases and big dreams for the future.  Like many of those around me, I didn’t know what I was going to study, but the course catalog was my oyster, and I was ready to go shucking.

Today, while completing layout, I turned on Yahoo to discover that the Minnesota House had approved a bill to legalize gay marriage in the state of Minnesota. This is quite the turnaround, considering that about six months ago, an amendment to ban gay marriage completely was at the ballot box.

As you may or may not be aware, you have been robbed. Over the last few weeks and months, there have been a string of thefts from the vending machines on campus. While to those involved this may seem trivial, the implications are far-reaching and have significant consequences for everyone on campus.

Everyone has heard the adage “you are what you eat,” but our personal food choices do more than shape our health, they shape the global food system, and by extension society. Furthermore, Carleton is what Carleton eats, and as an institution that feeds hundreds of people everyday, the choices Carleton makes about where to acquire its food can have real impact.

They’ve been hiding underground for 17 years, sucking sap and maturing. Now, they are digging tunnels through the dirt toward the surface. Soon, they will be swarming by the billions across the East Coast making a 90-decibel buzz. What, you ask? Some are calling it Swarmageddon. You might have heard of it as the re-emergence of the 17-year cicada known as the Magicicada.

Avery and Quinn are both students at Carleton, participating in a diverse array of extracurricular activities that round out their academic experiences. This morning, Avery and Quinn went to the library to finish their joint project for their Political Science class.

A few weeks ago I wrote a column for prospective students apologizing for the weather and explaining that it isn’t normally like this in Minnesota. Well, Minnesota, I’m done apologizing for you. As I write this, there is four inches of snow on the ground outside, delivered courtesy of a snowstorm…yesterday. On Wednesday, May 1.