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I’m liberal, yet I recently went to the pro-Trump Mother Of All Rallies (MOAR). I’m gay, yet I recently went to a rally where many of the attendees supported a president whose statements and actions have consistently attacked the LGBTQ community. I’m Jewish, yet I recently ventured into a space full of individuals who support a president who has empowered Neo-Nazis.
The 29th Street Community Center (29SCC) hosted the event, Frills or Essentials? Public School Arts, Mentoring & Out of School Time Programs, on Monday. This was the second event of the Gertrude S. Williams Speaker Series.
When I first heard about Putin On Ice (that isn’t the real title of the show), I was instantly intrigued. The self-described “fantastical new portrait of Vladimir Putin” — co-created by Single Carrot Theatre (SCT) and the Acme Corporation — promised to be “something entirely new and thrillingly strange.” Indeed it was, even before I stepped into the theater. At the door, someone wearing a black executioner mask ushered audience members one-by-one into a dark chamber. “You are free to leave at any time,” they said.
The Mother Of All Rallies (MOAR), a grassroots movement in support of President Donald Trump, held its second annual rally on the National Mall in Washington, D.C., on Saturday.
When I found out that hip-hop artists Aminé and Tobi Lou would be performing on the Beach for the third Johns Hopkins Annual Music Festival (JAM), I honestly didn’t know who they were. By no means is that an insult to their stardom. If you ask anyone who’s done karaoke with me, they’ll tell you I have really basic taste in music.
Actor and advocate Cynthia Nixon debated New York Governor Andrew Cuomo at their sole gubernatorial debate on Aug. 29.
There’s an epidemic at Hopkins, and, no, it’s not the freshman plague. It’s something even deadlier. You might wonder, given our proximity to a prestigious medical school, why this illness remains so rampant. Well, my friend, this sickness is one that even a highly qualified doctor can’t fix.
Going back home after your freshman year of college can be pretty weird. This summer, I felt compelled to revert back to my pre-Hopkins self: a person who was less confident and more emotionally unstable — awkward, perpetually stressed out and overwhelmed by mundane events and interactions.
The Student Government Association (SGA) held their final meeting of the 2017-2018 academic year on Tuesday in Charles Commons. At the meeting, SGA passed their 40th piece of legislation, which is double the combined number of bills passed in the past two years. Members of the SGA also gave their final reports.
Witness Theater presented their spring showcase in Arellano Theater on Thursday, April 26, and Friday, April 27. The show, produced by junior Sarah Linton, featured five 10-minute student-written, student-directed plays.
My friend, who is not only a self-described legend but perhaps the Freud of our time, spent late Monday evening proselytizing about his new classification of emotions. Although psychologist Paul Ekman, after seminal cross-cultural research, identified anger, disgust, fear, happiness, sadness and surprise as the six basic human emotions, my friend argued that there are “only two: anger and content.”
Not unlike the enchanting Amelia Isaacs, who, though “very allergic to dairy,” covered a cake competition (the Sheridan Libraries’ fifth annual Edible Book Festival) for this section, I covered a conversation of Black Panther despite having never seen the film. Don’t get me wrong — I have not purposely avoided the highest-grossing film of 2018 for fear of ideological anaphylaxis. I really wish I had seen it, one reason being that doing so might have allowed me to appreciate this event even more.
Charm City Stories celebrated its first annual publication release on Friday in the Center for Visual Arts at the Mattin Center. The event was comprised of a live prose and poetry reading, the showing of a short film and an exhibition of two floors of artwork.
The Office of Student Leadership and Involvement (SLI) announced at the beginning of last semester that, due to limitations enacted by the Center for Social Concern (CSC) and the Homewood Arts Program (HAP), they would prohibit students from forming new performing arts and local community service groups for this academic year.
This may be an article for the Arts & Entertainment section but allow me to share some world news with y’all before I launch into my theater review. (Please bear with me and my metanarrative.)
A floormate, much to my chagrin, recently declared that the humanities and the arts were unimportant. He argued that being able to communicate well is great, but only science, technology, engineering and math are critical to civilization’s survival and success.
A friend told me recently that someone she knew was applying to transfer out of Hopkins. “Even if I absolutely fucking hated it here, I don’t think I’d ever transfer,” I said to her. “I refuse to relive the stress of the college admissions process ever again.”
Witness Theater presented their Intersession showcase, Welcome to Our House — produced by junior Sarah Linton and stage managed by freshman Dominique Dickey — in the Mattin Center’s Swirnow Theater this weekend. The show featured a diverse collection of four student-directed and written one-act plays.
Another Valentine’s Day has come and gone, leading many students to reflect on their love lives and relationship statuses. But how do people really experience love at Hopkins? The News-Letter sat down with eight students who shared their thoughts on balancing academics and relationships; dating apps and hookup culture; and Valentine’s Day plans.