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.
Last week, events following the Boston Marathon bombings were covered by traditional media sources like newspapers and television, as well as social media sources like Twitter and Reddit. Social media sites like these are increasingly becoming part of the media in the U.S. as news shifts towards instantaneous delivery of information.
I appreciate Ben Stroup’s response, though it does bring much of what I meant to point out in my article into still sharper relief than I could ever have managed to myself.
“If you don’t have enough time, stop watching TV,” reads a poster I recently came across on the Internet titled “The Holstee Manifesto,” published in 2009 by Holstee, a Brooklyn apparel company. It is composed of fifteen quasi-inspirational advice sentences, such as “do what you love” and “getting lost will help you find yourself.” But the advice about not watching TV is by far the most concrete and practical of the bunch, and it therefore drew my attention more than the abstract sentences.
An article in last Friday’s CLAP, another publication on campus, contained a transcript of a conversation including multiple offensive remarks and spawned a significant student response. Below are responses to the article that were collected from multiple students were submitted to the Carletonian for publication this Friday.
By now, many students on campus are aware of the article that was published in last week’s CLAP, in which one student (Student A) transcribed a conversation he had with another student (Student B). Specifically, in that conversation, the Student B made a series of highly offensive, racist, and heteronormative remarks, which Student A then published in the CLAP.
Flatulence, passing gas, breaking wind, ass blast, butt thunder, farting. We all fart, although some of us a lot more than others. And we have all been in situations when we really need to fart, but we happen to be at a funeral, or on a first date.
Does spring actually exist? This question has crossed my mind often lately, because in truth, the recent weather has nearly succeeded in convincing me that the season is a myth. As I write this, I am also looking at a forecast that predicts three to six inches of snow on April 11th.
It’s quite fashionable these days to attack “diversity” as an empty phrase, signifying nothing but the unthinking, bleeding-heart liberalism of an elementary school textbook. It is derided as meaningless newspeak, useful only to directors of HR giving an infinite series of powerpoint presentations. What’s worst is, it’s assumed that the end of “diversity” is just that: a diverse group of faces.
For the second time this year, it is Accepted Students’ Weekend. And for the second time this year, it is snowing on Accepted Students’ Weekend. And not just flurrying--it’s legitimately snowing. Did I mention it’s April?