Picking a college is a disorienting experience. Be it a campus tour, an overnight visit, or a brochure in the mail, everyone has a different path to where they are now.
I have never been a cynic, but a recent article made me question basic human decency. The article titled, “The Problem with Little White Girls (and Boys): Why I Stopped Being a Voluntourist” by Pippa Biddle assesses her experience building a library in Tanzania while she was in high school.
Scrutiny is the essence of doubt, and thankfully, we have a modicum of it that can let us call things out when need be. Already, I read the CLAP criticisms of our paper’s Friendsy story, and just these past few days I’ve heard undercurrents of criticisms over the opinion piece that my colleague, Anna Schmiel, wrote in the past issue.
I am writing in response to Gaston Lopez’s editorial in last week’s Carletonian titled, “The State of Campus Discourse.” Although this article ended on a positive note, it does not nullify the importance of the author’s observation that the discourse on contemporary issues of inequality and discrimination far too often involves only those who are at the receiving end of that form of discrimination.
We’ve all been there before. Comforting a friend or a relative, either not knowing or not even having a way to describe your feelings at the moment.
On a shelf in my house sits a bird figurine made out of one cork, one toothpick, two feathers, and two plastic googly eyes. It’s a relic of my childhood days at an alternative school where we called our teachers by their first names and never took tests.
When we look at someone, we only get slices of their story. These slices can be very misleading, and can lead to come very vicious, damaging, preconceived ideas.
Everywhere you walk, chances are that you will find a poster announcing an event, where you come for the food but stay for the conversation with a speaker or facilitators. It may be also likely that you get an invitation on Zimbra or Facebook for the same kind of activities.
One does not simply walk into Sayles 205 at night. This is not only because we don’t know what Sayles 205 is, but also that our OneCards don’t let us in.
Valentine’s Day is sexist. Now, everyone knows that Valentine’s Day is a commercialized holiday, but this commercialism seems to be aimed at women.
The interplay between words is a lot like sex ... take out one of your favorite poems and read it. Why do you like it? How does it work?
A few days ago, I was enjoying my fourth pre-noon Tandem Bagel when the person at the table next to me brought up a holiday that I had all but forgotten about: Valentine’s Day.