Stop Blaming the Trustees: The Paradox of Midsession
I woke up this morning and realized that it was already Saturday, October 16. Midsession is coming to a close, and I moan out loud to the thought of starting classes again on Monday. Yet I am grateful for the nice little break I enjoyed this week. For me, Midsession workload included watching movies, going to a lecture, and a couple of short papers here and there: significantly less than the workload of my usual week. Add to that sleeping in late and going to the mall, and I was doing pretty good.
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A Modest Proposal for the Master Plan
A modest proposal -- that is all. Some of you may say that it is too much too soon, but I can assure those of you who will find cause to doubt in the most benign invitations that I suggest nothing that the future does not hold already. For three years I have waited for a change, waited for our venerable leader's Master Plan to take hold of our hallowed campus and lift it to that higher plane, return it to its natural station as the utopian fellowship that it once was. And whilst I shudder to think that I may be thought impatient, a brutish oaf blind to the finer intricacies of such a noble endeavor, three years is a long time to wait.
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Der Uberkollum: Going Home
As I find myself rapidly approaching the end of my college career, it seems that each successice midsession brings with it new feelings about (rapidly becoming less and less) my homeland, Philadelphia. This reading week, despite the combined efforts of my professors, I became James Bond, and slipped through the cracks again (though the image was thouroughly spoiled by the $600 car which I was driving). There is a certain point when, during the car or bus ride home, it becomes apparent that you are indeed arriving in Philadelphia. There is a time when you crest a particular hill in I 95 south and you can faintly see the skyline. 95.7's jammin' gold comes in crystal clear, and Chacka Kahn tell you, in her own special way, that you are, indeed, in Philadelphia.
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Midsession Fun at the Bowl-O-Rama
Midsession was really fun for me. I was stuck on campus with tons of work, but every night was a fun, relaxing break from work that had been promised. One would think that an entire week being stuck on the same campus with nothing to do would have been really boring.
Lucky for us, the powers that be planned a whole bunch of activities to keep us occupied. They were nice enough to have planned musical performances, parties, and even trips to go bowling. However, after all the planning that went into making midsession a "rockin' good time," someone forgot to enact any of these plans.
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