On Thursday evening, I was denied entry into Burton Dining Hall. Slung around my shoulder was my reliable 6” x 10” x 2” yellow purse, completely equipped with buttons on the front flap and containing all of my most vital personal belongings. I was informed that before I could be swiped in, I would need to leave my purse behind. Needless to say, as any citizen aware of a line being crossed, I told the dining hall employee that this was a ridiculous policy and stormed away.
In many senses, the season of spring is the season of renewal. The cold has passed and the snow has melted and the weather has begun to warm, if only by daily increments (though every year it seems to take longer and longer). With the warming of the weather comes the return of birds, bees, and Frisbees. At Carleton the return of spring is even more pronounced with the end of Comps – Carleton’s often-dreaded Comprehensive Senior Projects.
Roughly six months ago, gas prices were at record highs. People were furious across the nation. Suddenly, it seemed like a good idea for cars to get better gas mileage. The nation’s auto industry was not making the cars that Americans now want to drive.
An open letter to the Vice President and Treasurer: Carleton’s investment policies could affect genocide
Dear Mr. Vice President and Treasurer Rogers,
After being unable to reach you via email fall term, we are again attempting to contact you with this open letter. The situation in Darfur particularly, and Sudan generally, has not improved since then. In fact, with the recent International Criminal Court warrant for President Omar Hassan al-Bashir’s arrest, humanitarian aid agencies have been kicked out of Sudan and the situation is deteriorating more rapidly than ever.
Two weekends ago, someone took my helmet from outside Burton dining hall. Although I got along with an older, broken helmet, my ability to do anything that weekend was compromised. I do not understand why someone would knowingly take something so essential from me. I can only assume, giving the community the benefit of the doubt, that this was an act of ignorance. Whoever did it should understand that, even though their actions were beyond reproach, I forgive them.
We don’t have to have been witness to the events of the last couple of weeks to comment on Carleton’s state of affairs. This is a small school; we hear stories and are complicit in the acts of others. It is therefore within our scope of interest to get a couple of things straight. At Carleton, we pride ourselves in being the best and the brightest, of upholding a certain standard of excellence. It is our first reaction, then, to turn horrifying acts into anomalous ones. Take for example the assault that occurred last weekend against one of our nicest security guards.
Due to my undying commitment to Broomball, I managed to break my foot this January. All in all, it was not the end of the world. It hurts a bit, and being on crutches makes me late for everything, but all in all, it’s not that bad. Most people are really understanding: professors are not upset when I hobble in a few minutes late, people open doors for me, ResLife gives me sympathetic looks and an elevator key, and even the Bon Apetit staff is understanding when I managed to spill a tray of food at Burton.
Last Friday Carleton Chicks for Change made a sorry attempt at trying to build awareness of pay inequality here on Carleton’s campus as well as on the national level. Chicks for Change tried to entice many female (and male) students to wear black in protest of the well known statistic that on average, women in America get paid 77 cents to every man’s dollar. The student organized group played out various tactics such as throwing blue dollar bills and pink ¾ dollar bills off of the balcony in Sayles during one of the busiest lunch hours at the snack bar in hopes that people would get the message and start asking questions. However, the social movement was met with a lot of confusion, apathy, and a general consensus of failure.
1. I can’t stress this enough: connections really are everything. The schmoozing is obvious at every turn.
2. The key to power is the outfit. For the girls, always wear heels. None of this changing into sneakers for walking around mumbo-jumbo. The truly powerful women in this city will only be seen in heels. For the guys, if you aren’t wearing a suit you ain’t nothin’.
Recently I read something in the Carletonian that led me to fear that the food services, in response to pressure from a student group called Food Truth, might be considering removing trays from the dining halls one day a week, in hopes that this tactic would save a little food. It might—but at great cost!
A couple of weeks into classes at Carleton, an African-American male student received an anonymous box through campus mail, along with a number of rape whistles placed in his campus mailbox. He had just returned to campus from an amazing off-campus study abroad program and was looking forward to returning to Carleton, classes, and engaging with friends, and activities on campus.
Last week’s Viewpoint, “An Unapologetic Endorsement of Jinai Bharucha for CSA Vice-President”, had no place in The Carletonian. The allegations contained in the piece were largely the product of misinformation and hearsay.