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Blood, Toil, Tears & Sweat

CML contra senatus

Some are content to have a resume do justice to their personality—a column will have to do the same for me.

Some are content to have a resume do justice to their personality—a column will have to do the same for me.

Playing the race card—Part II

We are who we admit, and much of the blame must go to the admissions office’s amazingly cynical affirmative action policy.

We are who we admit, and much of the blame must go to the admissions office’s amazingly cynical affirmative action policy.

Playing the race card—Part I

“I am the daughter of African immigrants,” said a classmate of mine, “and I’m going to exploit that for all it’s worth.”

“I am the daughter of African immigrants,” said a classmate of mine, “and I’m going to exploit that for all it’s worth.”

Who the Hell Do They Think They Are?

In campus journalism, censorship can be insidious, preemptive rather than reactive.

In campus journalism, censorship can be insidious, preemptive rather than reactive.

Epistle to the Philistines

On the first day of Lit Hum my professor arrived a minute late and wrote on the board: “What’s the point of war?” None of us knew.

On the first day of Lit Hum my professor arrived a minute late and wrote on the board: “What’s the point of war?” None of us knew.

Four Meals at John Jay

The expendability of the swipes show how small the real value of a John Jay meal is, and this in turn shows how inefficient and nonsensical the University’s system has become.

The expendability of the swipes show how small the real value of a John Jay meal is, and this in turn shows how inefficient and nonsensical the University’s system has become.

Barack The Magic What?

Who the hell knew who Barack Obama was before July 27, 2004? Certainly not my co-worker this summer. She asked me: “Isn’t he some sort of ghetto guy?”

“About as much as Lil Jon,” I responded.

Who the hell knew who Barack Obama was before July 27, 2004? Certainly not my co-worker this summer. She asked me: “Isn’t he some sort of ghetto guy?”

“About as much as Lil Jon,” I responded.