 Examining the role of ROTC on our college campus.
By Kate Meyer
Summer 2008
My Introduction to Poetry class sat in a south facing Goldwin Smith classroom, analyzing the poetry of song lyrics by listening to Pink Floyd. My lust for sunshine led my wandering eyes to the window, where I unexpectedly spied a group of ROTC students and their instructor gathered by the sundial with the inscription “As a shadow, such is life”. They were doing some metered drill or salute, their steps a little off beat to the Pink Floyd, their shouts occasionally punctuating it. |
Cliff goes to war.By Andrew Wolf
Summer 2008
I was against the war in Iraq from the beginning. In five years it’s cost us 4,000 troops and 450 million dollars a day, over three trillion in total. The reason we went to war was never clear to me. We were told it was WMDs, then Iraq’s supposed connection to Al Qaeda, while others said it was about oil, or about hubris and shame. |
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By Lindsey Zahn
Summer 2008
Emilio never liked his father’s kisses. Even when he was a young boy and his father would tuck him in before drifting into his own slumber, Emilio would lift the bland cotton sheet to guard his forehead from his father’s goodnight kiss. He told his father that he shielded himself from the itchy terra cotta woolen blanket, but in actuality, it was Emilio’s father’s kisses that itched him. |
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The story of a Cornell student caught in the deportation frenzy.By Rachel Ensign
Summer 2008
I met Juan (not his real name) in a Collegetown café, where I found him drinking a strawberry smoothie and playing around with his Motorola Razr phone, the way young people do when they are waiting or nervous or bored. He had sent me an e-mail a few weeks earlier telling me that he wanted to meet with me to share "a story of one of Cornell's very own students who was recently arrested, detained and awaits trial for being an undocumented 'illegal' alien." |
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As body frames shrink and controversy surrounding the fashion industry grows, who is to blame?By Laura Janka
Summer 2008
She was supposed to strut across the catwalk the next night, her long chiseled-away legs to be kicking off the opening of the famed New York fashion week. But right now those legs, clean of fat and flesh, are crumpled under her body as her waifish arms desperately clutch the porcelain lip of the toilet. To one side of the bowl are scattered lines of white powder and to the other are spackled bits of her vomit. |
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One man’s study abroad at Wellesley’s all-female campus.By Annie Tsao
Summer 2008
As his classmates at Dartmouth College boarded trans-Atlantic flights to study abroad last semester, Mohammad Usman ventured a mere two-and-a-half hours from campus to reach his exotic destination. When he stepped onto the grassy expanse of Wellesley College, the male-female student ratio became 1:2,300 for the first time in years. "I don’t think I had very many fears. Instead, I just felt thrilled about the idea," said Usman, a sophomore. |
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Why A Voyage to Arcturus deserves a place on our bookshelves.By Ted Hamilton
Summer 2008
How do books become what we call “classics”? Is there some element internal to the works themselves that determines their status? Is it the cultural moment of their creation that’s important? Is there something we can point to and say, "This is what makes a book great”? |
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Haikus inspired by infectious online videos.By Elliott Feedore, Marianne Mckinnon Moore, and Laura Phillips
Summer 2008 |
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