In the midst of the hustle and bustle of life at Carleton, it sometimes is difficult for one to stop and think about what a particular event means.One may pause and read the newspaper at breakfast or lunch, but there is always the next exam or paper after that. There is never time to stop completely to think, because the Carleton life does not afford such a luxury.
This past Monday night, the CSA Senate voted to set the Student Activity Fee for the 2009-2010 academic year, as is done every year around this time. There are however, some changes that I feel that you should know about before you receive your tuition statement for next year.
It wasn’t Obama’s being elected that I was unhappy with nor was it the man himself. It was what I perceived as the Carleton community’s explicit assumption that everyone on campus was a supporter of Obama.
As a 5th year intern then, sandwiched between being a student and a staff, the great surprise for me thus far this year has been seeing the far greater seriousness about and energy toward the issue of environmental sustainability from the faculty and staff. I am not sure why there is not quite the same level of practicing commitment among students.
Reid’s maxim of “if a person is unable to care for a child, they should not bring one into the world” is not that simple.
The night of Tuesday, November 4, will go down as one of the most historic nights in the relatively short lives of Carleton students. Barack Obama was elected president of the United States of America, projected the winner by most major news networks around 10:00 p.m. central time.
On Monday night, the Carleton community received an e-mail from Dean Hudlin Wagner announcing that Director of Campus Activities T. Todd Masman would be leaving the college to look for new opportunities after just four months with the college. Masman’s departure now leaves the important Campus Activities office with no director, no associate director, and no assistant director, and represents the third departure from the office in the past year, and the fourth from the Division of Student Life.
For the past month there has been a series of events to commemorate the 90th anniversary of the Armistice that ended World War One. The war was a defining event in the 20th century, and by all accounts it was a horrible, inhuman conflict beyond what anyone could have imagined. In the words of Robert Frost, it was a war “fought for a reason beyond reason.”
I did not do any homework Tuesday night. And it is my impression that many Carleton students found themselves similarly unmotivated to read fifty pages of poli sci or write a two-page response paper. Instead, I headed to a friend’s room and we flipped between NBC, ABC, and CBS. As minutes ticked by and electoral votes were divvied out, the noise in the hallway steadily increased.
As the son of immigrants – a brown-skinned youth whose story can only occur in America – I view Senator Barack Obama’s election as inspirational. But as a student interested, as President Oden remarked in his address during New Students Week, in learning how to best live the rest of my life with the knowledge, clarity, and perspective, I pause before I whole-heartedly immerse myself in the crowd of my classmates, family, and friends who used 10:07 PM, November 4 as a reason to celebrate, commemorate, congratulate. I yearn to understand the motive that drives my peers and me to praise this great nation, to feel pride for her only now.
I have heard many terrible and awful things concerning the term “floorcest.” Although I can certainly see the downfalls, I urge everyone to keep an open mind about this situation since there do happen to be some benefits. What a shame it would be to let where you live halt your romantic pursuits. I ask you to ponder this.
Up the curb, down the sidewalk, through the front doors, into the lobby, up the escalators, through two more lobbies and finally into the enormous media packed ballroom, a group of 60 Carleton students pushed their way through the masses of ecstatic democrats. Strangers were hugging, grown men were balling and a group of drunken 20-somethings was dancing to the uplifting beats of Bruce Springsteen and U2. This was the scene we happened upon as we entered the Democratic Party on Tuesday night at the moment that the television screens flashed the text "OBAMA ELECTED PRESIDENT."