A long road to recovery
By Meghan O'Leary | September 8, 2005Life for many Universitystudents has not quite been the same since Hurricane Katrina devastated the Gulf Coast Aug.
Life for many Universitystudents has not quite been the same since Hurricane Katrina devastated the Gulf Coast Aug.
I had a crisis last week. Not a "'Full House' DJ's got a pimple on school Picture Day" kind of crisis, but a real-life one.
Asking someone out on a date is a difficult process that, for some students, can be nerve-wracking. Some students may choose to ask out that special someone by doing something creative or unique, others may use more traditional means like flowers and still others may just do it in person or over the phone. Some students may resort to technology -- specifically, AOL Instant Messenger. Students who do this, however, may not be met with positive results. "If someone asked me out on AIM, I wouldn't take them seriously [because] you can't see facial expressions, and it's hard to interpret," second-year Education student Suzy Natz said. Other students said they don't even take the romantic potential of AIM into consideration. "I don't do it whatsoever," second-year Engineering student George Leffue said.
I may be jumping the gun, but so far I've noticed a disturbing trend among the Class of 2009. Perhaps I should say that I've noticed the disturbing lack of a trend
Huddled together,packed among hundreds of children, teachers and parents, are two sisters, eight and ten years old.
"It's going to be like the bubonic plague all over again!" If you recognize this saying, you were most likely at hypnotist Tom DeLuca's show last Friday evening.
Note to self: First, get your name legallychanged to "Ross." Second, purchase generic high school cross country t-shirt.
During the past two weeks, I have found myself strangely sad. No matter what I am doing, if I am in my apartment, I turn on the TV to CNN or Headline News and try to make sense of the world in which we live.
Until last weekend, my version of college football amounted to chili, chips and dip and my brother's friends cheering in our living room.
It seemed like a good idea at the time." This quote pretty much sums up my month-long trip to Europe this summer, and the reasoning behind it.
If you ask a bunch of little girls what they want to be when they grow up, odds are many of them will say they want to be ballerinas.
"Democracy is the dream of every Iranian," Religious Studies Prof. Abdulaziz Sachedina said. Students of universities in Tehran go so far as to whisper that they want the Americans to come, that America "did good" in Afghanistan and in Iraq. In the Dome Room of the Rotunda, so full that some students had to be turned away, Sachedina delivered a hopeful and sometimes controversial lecture on recent Iranian elections and the possibility for a true democracy in the Middle East. But not all Iranians hope for the arrival of American troops.
P1. Sometimes it becomes necessary to break the boundaries of conventional social norms and do something completely different and random.
When I was a first year at a university far, far away from here -- a couple of islands deep in the South Pacific named New Zealand, to be somewhat more exact -- I was enrolled in a course that proposed to "engage" with relations between religious communities.
You first years think you can just waltz in here and own the place? Well, you can't. Edgar Allan Poe thought he could do that back in 1826, and he lasted all of one semester.
What do University students typically do during the summer? Most would say internships, jobs or travel. The students who spent this summer in a program called Bike and Build, however, would give a far different answer. Imagine climbing the Rocky, Sawtooth and Appalachian mountain ranges.
Over the past week, I've learned two valuable lessons: ISIS is for chumps, not champs, and "Final Registration" is not the Man trying to keep me down. However, I combined the writing skills of my English major and the lying negotiation skills of my politics major to create the ultimate schedule. My first plan of attack was to blitz e-mail all the professors in both departments. Professor Shakespeare, I am a third-year English major with no English classes.
Look in the mirror. What do you see? I'm not asking you to do any self reflection or any of that super-Freudian-psychoanalytical-everything-has-something-to-do-with-your-relationship-with-your-father-or-your-mother-or-the-pet-goat-you-had-when-you-were-eight thing. I just want you to take a look at what you're wearing.
How do you answer the question, "How are you?" or "What's up?" in the short time it takes to pass someone on Grounds? Students constantly are running around to make their next class, meeting or social event.