By Jagravi Dave This began as a questioning of my hesitations. What was it about the education that I was receiving that made me so viscerally uncomfortable? It was a rejection I felt from somewhere within me: not a … Continue reading Learning from the West: What I’m missing from my liberal arts education
Killed by Klarman Hall By Melvin Li Even if you’ve never been inside Klarman Hall you’ve at least heard about the massive construction project that shut down East Avenue for over a year—January 8, 2014 to April 19, 2015 to … Continue reading How Real is Cornell’s edifice complex?
CUPD: the long arm of the administration By Chris Skawski About a year ago, CUPD came under fire for allegedly questioning several student protesters ahead of Cornell’s 150th birthday. The students, who had participated in and been identified as … Continue reading Why do Ithaca and Cornell have two separate police forces?
An interview with local activists Maureen Kelly and Liz Gipson By Katie O’Brien This summer, anti-abortion group The Center For Medical Progress released videos that were deceptively edited and spliced to make it appear as if a Planned Parenthood-affiliated social … Continue reading Why Planned Parenthood is Essential to Ithaca (And Everywhere)
Excerpts from a chat about co-ops at Cornell By Nate Coderre and Aurora Rojer Nate: I’m not sure what the format is going to end up being. Do we keep it a dialogue? Or an interview with pointed questions? Aurora: I’m not sure it matters. As long as we hit all of the points. How did you find out about the Co-ops? Nate: I guess… Hmmm…. So my second half of freshman year, my friendship group got kind of splintered. So I was worried, and I didn’t know what my living situation was going to be like. Me and … Continue reading Sitting on the Couch
a selection of first-person accounts
By ANNA A. BRENNER
As strange as it may sound to all you bio majors and engineers, the determining factor for my choosing Cornell was its theatre department.
Now, before I continue, I do have to mention that my other option for college was Johns Hopkins, which, despite its incredible writing program (another thing I was interested in), only offered a theatre minor. And, as I wanted to major in both English and Theatre, I knew that any place that just offered me a minor was not going to cut it.
By YANA LYSENKO
kitsch: How did you find yourself working in the Cornell English Department?
Masha Raskolnikov: I’ve now been here 12 years, which is such a long time. I was a grad student at Berkeley, and there was a job list, and in those days, it was fairly plausible to apply for 10 jobs, and have a reasonable chance of getting one of them. It was really thrilling to actually get the job, and I spent the first few years here pretty sure they had made a terrible mistake. But I feel like that’s how most women feel when they get put into any position of something resembling authority, or accolades. You feel like “I managed to fool them once, but they’ll figure it out soon.”
and their corresponding emotional breakdowns
by JAMES RAINIS
concupiscence
Life has been rough on you: your prelims have beaten you down like a gang of French Nationalist skinheads encountering a vaguely ethnic guy, your roommates have all just landed better internships than you, and most pressingly, you haven’t gotten laid in literally forever. Like, so long that your condoms (or, for inclusivity’s sake, dental dams) have actually expired. But, in the prophetic words of R. Kelly, it’s the freakin’ weekend, baby, and you’re about to have you some fun. This means alcohol. Continue reading “Four Collegetown Bars”
Cornell’s most notorious spooks
By ZACK LABE
It is likely that, at least once, you have found yourself locked away and alone on a Saturday night while immersed in a scary movie. After the movie ends, you find yourself exiting into the hall. You run to the bathroom. The showerhead that has been broken since the beginning of the fall semester continues to drip. A creepy kind of drip… Drip… Drip… You quickly brush your teeth and turn toward the door. Scream. Oh, wait. It’s just the lovely and semi-disturbing howls of drunken Saturday night escapades at the TCAT bus stop. Okay, back to your room. Thud. Ugh, just another night of furniture rearrangement with your friendly neighbors on the next floor up. Continue reading “The Haunting in Ithaca”
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