Just outside the building I work in sits the safest park in the world. Because Lafayette Park is enclosed by the Treasury Department, the Federal Courts Building, and the White House, the streets around the park are closed off to traffic and Secret Service agents are regularly stationed around the perimeter. Despite its close monitoring and proximity to power, ironically, this park is also the scene of the longest standing act of government protest in our country’s history.
-RUN FOR CSA SENATE! PETITIONS DUE FEBRUARY 8TH
-Where can I discuss the new graduation requirements?
-What is the Student Leadership Council?
-Have a referendum question that you wanted added to this term’s ballot?
President Obama celebrated the Super Bowl with a bi-partisan party at the White House, ironically, during a time of bitter partisan disagreement.
This has been a long and tiring process for Minnesotans, especially because it has put them in the national spotlight - in a less than positive outlook at times - for so long. The process has also been less than flawless - errors of election judges have been highlighted, and the debates between Coleman and Franken have been bitter. All Minnesota wants is for the process to finally be over, because regardless who wins, the state will have a senator in Washington D.C. At this point, given the state of the economy, and after four months of debate, that is all that matters.
Carleton has such a boring cultural scene. It’s not that we don’t have culture. We’ve got all kinds of plays, and the Concert Hall is always booked. The Cave is the oldest college pub in the country. We have an institutionalized break in classes to bring in guest speakers. Yet rarely is there an event at Carleton that truly excites students or offers something new. We can have all the a cappella shows we want, but it’s not as though we’re innovating much. When the most interesting thing that students have to look forward to on a weekend is a Sayles dance, something is wrong.
Last Friday, The Carletonian published the resignation letter that Eloise Quinnell, former cashier and card-swiper at the East Dining Center, had sent to Hudlin Wagner, Dean of Students. Quinnell was a familiar face around the Carleton dining halls, and she will be missed.
The talk in Washington this week has been all about the economic stimulus package. Everyday comes with a new round of corporate lay-offs and what were once thought of as pessimistic predictions become reality. While it may not be so obvious living on a small college campus in Northfield, MN, outside of the bubble the crisis is quite evident.
At least that’s how it feels for me, child of the South as I slowly settle into the twin depressions of winter and the Carleton term. I know winter is supposed to beautiful and all that; I’m in favor of snowy landscapes and frozen ponds in the abstract. I understand that my life, as it is conducted in brief and moderately unpleasant adventures into the cold between steaming buildings, is not technically teetering on the brink of survival.
On Tuesday, America saw what makes America special. The passage of power from one leader to another and from one party to another, peacefully and without bloodshed, is the great thing that our Founding Fathers intended.
Washington D.C. was invaded this week by frenzied devotees. President Obama’s ascension has been heralded as the initial change foreshadowing a revolution in American society. Commentators claim that he represents a renewal of American resiliency as we collectively lick our psychological wounds from an embarrassing history of discrimination and the recent realization that we are not immune from losing our position of supreme economic power. The weight we have put on our new president is immense and so far he has lived up to his reputation as “No drama Obama” by not letting the pressure show.
Explosion When My Pen Hits, Tremendous: Obama victory is not the culmination of the Civil Rights Movement
There’s a good reason that everybody made such a big deal about it, other than the fact that it was a national catharsis, a collective sigh of relief that finally the crisis of a country, which was its leadership itself, was departing. For those of our generation, the moment was historic as much for being the end of the Era of Hopelessness in which we came of age as anything else, but, for America, it was historic because now, finally, 45 years after a technicality known as the Civil Rights Act, we could say that the civil rights movement had ended, had succeeded.
While it's exciting to watch the construction of the new dorms unfold and I look forward to their completion, I don't know if I will voluntarily live in either Memorial or Cassat.