My family had two important milestones this weekend. The first was my little brother’s bar mitzvah. For those of you who have somehow spent at least a semester at Wash. U. without learning about this Jewish rite of passage, that means that my 13-year-old brother is now officially considered an adult…at least according to Judaism. Legally, thankfully, still not so much.
oday is election day, and in its honor, I planned to pen a mildly snarky column about SU’s general lack of meaningful action and to remind you dear readers that although I am pleased to see at least two candidates running for each position this year, I still doubt SU’s ability to take on issues that, you know, actually matter.
I’d like to lodge a formal complaint against the University for failing to de-ice the Underpass properly. For weeks, I have been worried that one of the many menacing icicles dangling from its crevices might fall and pierce me on my way to class. (Hey, it happened on “Grey’s Anatomy.”) Fortunately this has not yet occurred; but there is a particularly slippery and hard-to-detect patch of ice where said icicles have melted.
I do not like dogs. They slobber, they drool, they shed, and they always manage to jump on me at the worst possible times. They also aren’t really that cute. Yes, I am aware that this makes me a soulless human being. I know that you dog lovers think these foul creatures are man’s best friend, and I understand that you have this annoying “Love me, love my dog” mentality.
Whenever the topic of my future comes up at a family gathering and I admit that I want to pursue a career in politics, inevitably one of my relatives will shake their head and tell me, their voice deep with concern, that politics is a nasty business that I would be better off avoiding.
Jeff Smith is tweeting. From prison. Well, technically he is e-mailing his tweets to a former aide to post on his behalf, but close enough. This 134-character announcement is a fairly typical example of the jail posts released by JeffSmith7037 thus far: “got elbowed in the paint today on b-ball court, t-shirt bloody, had to tell guard asap to make sure i don’t get in trouble 4 fighting.”
I just got back from the Martin Luther King Jr. celebration in Graham Chapel and was deeply moved by professor Bob Hansman’s remarks about the true meaning of King’s life. For those who missed it, Professor Hansman reminded us that King was not a mere dreamer and proponent of conciliation, but a fierce and often critical advocate of true justice.
I, like many Wash. U. students, was initially horrified when I first heard that Bon Appétit had decided to stop selling tomatoes for several months.
It’s almost Thanksgiving break, and that means going home for the holiday and answering a deluge of questions from relatives about your future career plans and the actual value of your glassblowing degree.
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