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I am no snob. I happily drink any coffee black, I wear comfortable clothes that fit and I acknowledge that a good $10 screw-top bottle of wine tastes just as good to me as any of the more expensive options. I firmly believe a hearty bowl of lentil stew produced over an open campfire in the backcountry trumps any aged steak from a swanky steak house. Yet I still can't seem to get over my recent pivot to musical snobbery.
Friday was a usual day for me. I woke up, went to class, had lunch and did some homework. It was not until dinner when a friend mentioned it was the admission notification day for Hopkins. To our surprise, our admission rate has decreased by nearly 3 percent. My friend even said, “Imagine what would happen in 10 years. Hopkins will have a 5 percent admission rate!”
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An article in this week’s paper reports on Adderall usage at Hopkins. Students commonly use the ADHD drug for purposes other than its prescribed use, namely to enhance their academic performance and for partying. In order to improve their grades, many students buy Adderall and similar drugs illegally. Though we recognize that students praise Adderall’s ability to help them focus, the Editorial Board highly discourages the use of Adderall by students who have not been diagnosed with ADHD and prescribed the drug by a licensed physician.
Time and again, students complain of their inability to influence the administration, that when it comes to issues like sexual assault and Greek life, no one listens to what we’re saying. Sometimes that may be true, and administrators can often have agendas that do not fully match our own. But when the student life administrators give us an opportunity to make our voices heard, we should seize on it. The recent panels on sexual violence and the reports of the alcohol strategy group demonstrated that students are not showing up. Attendance was lackluster.
When I was a baby, my mother used to take me down the driveway to the side of Pacific Coast Highway almost every night. Watching the occasional car blur by with that unmistakable whoosh of air consistently put me to sleep with a smile on my face. While I don't usually fall asleep on the sides of highways anymore, machines of all shapes and sizes still captivate me. Whether it’s whipping around the yard with the weed whacker, sitting in the passenger seat on the way to school or even brushing my teeth with an electric toothbrush, my childhood was replete with indirect appreciation of human ingenuity. This is why it was a terrible idea for my parents to give me that little $300 100 cc dirt bike on my 13th birthday. I was hooked the first time I swung my leg over the saddle.
As someone who has never stayed in a foreign country for more than four consecutive weeks, I made the decision to study abroad for a semester with the hopes of becoming immersed in a completely new culture. Argentina seemed like the perfect place for me, as I’d have the opportunity to hone my Spanish-speaking skills while also taking advantage of big city life in Buenos Aires.
I’m not the first person to use these pages to talk about Sigma Alpha Epsilon (SAE), and I’m just as confident I won’t be the last either. But I wanted to put my thoughts down on paper so there can be some kind of record to reflect how screwed up the University has become in the three years I have been a student here. Rather than establish a coherent policy that actually reflects how the Hopkins Greek/social scene actually works, the University has consistently followed an approach that puts short-term damage control above long-term stable policy. In order to change, the University needs to recognize the frustration of students and establish a body that will aggressively seek to reform policy, not pander to parents and donors.
Why do people argue that the ungrammatical nature of texting is worse than other forms of communication? Texting (and Twitter and other forms of online social media) are different media that require a different vocabulary and formality. I don’t talk the same way I write essays — I don’t use “whom,” and I end sentences with prepositions. Yet my verbal speech is no worse than my written speech; it’s just different. Similarly, I don’t text like I write formally or speak because it is a different medium with different nuances. This also does not make it worse.
Did you know that human brains aren’t capable of multitasking? Although it might seem as though we can, our brains are actually jumping between the things we’re trying to do at a very fast rate. This jumping takes time, which means our concentration is not as good as it would be if we were only doing a single task.
I wish I could spend time with every member of Congress in order to determine whether he or she is as unyielding, petty and starkly divided along party lines as the House and Senate collectively appear. My gut instinct is no because it seems unlikely that the group of people we elect to govern would so often neglect rational conversation in order to openly denounce those with opposing viewpoints. But I may be wrong. Controversy sells, and ridiculous statements or proposals may help previously unknown lawmakers vault into the public eye. How else could you explain the snafu that has just arisen surrounding talks of nuclear disarmament between the United States and Iran?
Our reality is shaped by the stories we tell each other, by our aspirations, by our dreams and the realities we choose to create from them. Our world and its peripheries are defined by our ability to reach out and explore, to go where no man has ever gone before.
I studied abroad in Dublin, Ireland at Trinity College a little over a year ago. While there, I studied, explored the city and visited more abbey ruins than I can count. I also experienced the Irish drinking culture — I went clubbing, listened to unknown 1970s American music in bars and had epic conversations with tipsy 65-year-olds until the wee hours. It was wonderful. Exhausting, but wonderful.
Let me begin this piece by saying that I support Israel. I'd like to think that this support comes from more objective reasons than my ethno-religious background, but it still probably plays a far larger role than I think. However, this piece is not about exactly why I support Israel, because last night while watching Netanyahu address Congress on Fox, I actually felt that he gravely overstepped. Any time a foreign leader attempts to influence the foreign policy of another country is not a good thing. This is exactly what Benjamin Natanyahu is doing by claiming to be "a representative of all the Jewish people" and with his aim to discourage congress from supporting Obama's nuclear deal with Iran.
The Editorial Board stands in firm opposition to the disciplinary course the University has decided to take against the Sigma Alpha Epsilon (SAE) fraternity. We view these punitive measures as lacking in both proportionality and basic fairness, and we condemn University administrators for their negligent erring in attention to precedent and context. We urge immediate reconsideration of the case and a new punishment to be handed down.
Throughout most of its history, Hopkins had an on-campus bar in Levering Hall that was extremely popular among juniors and seniors. The Rathskeller, or “The Rat,” was a central feature of campus nightlife — a disco even more than just an alcohol source.
Hello. My name is Will Marcus and I am a sugar addict. I’ve always been the trouble-maker with his hand in the cookie jar, and Halloween is still my favorite holiday. I’ve likely eaten hundreds of pounds of sickeningly sweet indulgences — from deep fried twinkies at the Texas State Fair to delicate souffles at that swanky steak house. Before I proceed in this article I would like to make one thing abundantly clear: I regret nothing. That stuff was indeed delicious, but now it’s high time to make a change.
After introducing himself he handed me a pamphlet. It was hard to understand what he was saying so I watched his mouth form the words. The disease had ruthlessly weakened his muscles including those involved in speech and swallowing. I looked down at the pamphlet. The words myasthenia gravis stared back at me. “Myasthania gravis is a neuromuscular disease that results in severe weakening of the skeletal muscles.”
We proclaim ourselves to be independent Americans, resolutely unswayed by marketing strategies and stubborn in our pursuit of healthy living. We toot our horns when our meals are all organic, without GMOs, all natural... and the food industry knows. They know our new obsession, our new fad to be healthy because the ideal image is not of a person with a thick waistline slobbering over an oily plate of fries.
One thing we have learned as student-athletes at Johns Hopkins is that it is impossible to judge the worthiness of something solely based on whether it returns a financial benefit. What athletes gain through giving their blood, sweat and tears simply cannot be valued in monetary terms. Athletics challenge our student-athletes to be better in every aspect of their lives, to always strive for greatness and to honor the tradition that the jersey represents. Here at Hopkins we are proud to have the opportunity to wear our school’s name across our chest, much the same as thousands of student-athletes across the country who also proudly represent their universities.
