 An inside look at the growing meth epidemic.
By Michelle Spektor
Spring 2010
These shadowy individuals with rotted teeth, scraggly hair, sunken faces and scabbed complexions suffer from a disease that afflicts 24 million people worldwide. There are no souls behind their eyes, their bodies are wasting away from the inside out and there is no cure. Few can rise above this disease, and those who do will forever deal with depression and damage to the kidneys, blood vessels and brain, as well as an 80 percent chance of relapse.
This disease of addiction has become a national epidemic. On the street, the drug causing this scourge is known as crank, glass, quartz, ice, tina and speed. Scientists call it methamphetamine. The rest of us know it as crystal meth.
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An interview with Dr. Greg Eells, the director of Gannett’s Counseling and Psychological Services Program.By Rachel Louise Ensign
Spring 2010
This semester was one that was filled with too many sirens and “We regret to inform you” e-mails from President Skorton. Behind the headlines were students abuzz with curiosity and shock about the school year’s six suicides. In this interview, kitsch’s Rachel Louise Ensign asks Dr. Greg Eells, the director of Gannett’s Counseling and Psychological Services Program (CAPS), questions that have largely gone unanswered about suicide, treatment and the future of the bridge fences on Cornell’s campus. |
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Controversy rages over the effectiveness of Cornell’s new suicide barriers.By Helen Havlak
Spring 2010
While most students were away on Spring Break, the University installed 10-foot high chain-link fences on each of the campus bridges as a “temporary” measure. This was in reaction to the recent string of suicides. Since then, the Cornell community has been in an uproar, with many students and professors objecting to the fences as “prison-style” reminders of the recent tragedies. |
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A first-year Cornell student’s perspective on the year’s tragic events.By Shane Dunau
Spring 2010
Last April, when I eagerly told my friends and family that I had been accepted, and planned to attend, Cornell University, I was always given congratulations that came with the quip, “Don’t throw yourself off a bridge.” This unfortunate stereotype about Cornell—the running joke, the unofficial image—became a horrifying reality this school year. |
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By Kristin Maki
Spring 2010
“Dear Students,” the e-mail read, “I regret to inform you that [one of your classmates] has been involved in a fatal accident.” Everyone in the room quieted down so the rest of the message could be read out loud. Within minutes we were on Facebook, trying to see if any one of us knew her. None of us did, but we all had mutual friends and had seen her around campus. We felt connected as we scanned through the tagged pictures of her that were taken at the same places we frequented. Through Facebook, we were able to see her as an individual, living life’s ups and downs, much like ourselves—it was quite a contrast to the university’s press release and the newspaper’s formal obituary that followed. Facebook’s wealth of information and the access that it provides friends of friends of friends of friends has certainly changed our lives today—but how has it changed our experience of death? |
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Things get spicy in the home economics department.By Kathleen Jercich
Spring 2010
Ah, the early 1900s. In the context of the war-torn years from 1914 on, the decades immediately preceding World War I seem hilariously utopian. Even at Cornell, students and faculty in the Home Economics department still found time for taffy pulling, intimate letter-writing, and the odd old-fashioned pajama party (such as the one hosted by one Mrs. Erway, teacher of Cornell clothing design).
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Compiled by Andrew Schwartz
Photos by Josh Stansfield (click to enlarge).
Spring 2010
This issue’s photo essay examines the studios of six seniors in the Department of Art. We asked each student to describe his or her respective creative practice and its relationship to the work that is ultimately produced. |
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What now was like then.By Karina Parikh
Spring 2010
Do you grab your “Nalgene” instead of your water bottle at the gym? Were you begging for a “Kleenex” that one time when you thought you had the swine flu? Did you find yourself reaching for the “Vaseline” when you—um—wanted to fulfill your petroleum jelly needs? If you answered “yes” to any of the above, you are indulging in genericide (among other things, if you answered “yes” to the third question). |
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A glimpse into Cornell’s blind dating scene.By Sam Wechsler
Spring 2010
With all of the gossip about sex and hook-ups that permeates our daily conversations, have we Cornellians lost the art of the Real Date? That is, the old-fashioned kind: dinner or coffee with someone whom you were heading toward the “more than friends” zone, but hadn’t yet sloppily made out with on the dance floor of Johnny O’s. If you’re a girl who has, I have about one hundred sorority sisters dying to know your secret, or, if you’re a guy who has, to know your phone number. The simple truth is, Cornell tricks you. Between the romantic snowfalls, cozy apple ciders from CTB and rumors about marriage rates of 50-60 percent for Cornell couples, it’s no wonder that everyone in the Cornell bubble thinks that we are going to fall into love. |
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