As a senior facing the excitement and panic associated with my frighteningly near graduation, I’ve been thinking a lot about adaptation these days. At twenty-two years old, I should be used to change by now; in fact, Colorado College seniors should be better at adapting than just about anyone. We’re used to drastically switching gears once a month, often buffered by four and a half days of all-out debauchery. And yet, when block break ends, we come right back to our academic lives and resume our “unique intellectual adventure.” And now, after four years of learning to be a successful Colorado College student, I’m being kicked to the grown-up curb, and supposedly have to adapt to “the real world” (whatever that means), where I hear they don’t do things one block at a time. Much as I’ve tried to slow down time and keep this from happening, it continues to move against my will. But this is the pleasure and pain of adaptation: we go through it whether we want to or not.
One man’s trials and tribulations in a pretty city
by Tristan Dickison, staff writer; illustration by Lily Turner, staff artist
Florence is an ancient city that seems entirely populated by American students. I avoid them like the bubonic plague that landed here in 1348 but, like the plague, they are unavoidable. They cover the streets at night like lesions on a corpse. Their English taints the pristine, meaningless chatter of Italian passersby. They’re goddamn everywhere—something like four thousand of them every semester. But perhaps I’m oversensitive, a cultural hypochondriac. Perhaps, Americans and American things are naturally to be found abroad and, like zits, my agitating against them just makes them more noticeable.
Measuring the effects of small government
by Sam Brasch, editor
Following unprecedented service cuts last month, Colorado Springs has made a bold statement to its residents and to the rest of the country: This is what small government looks like. And the image is not pretty.
Exploring the gray area between Arabic and Jewish thought
by Joey Glick, guest writer; photo by Margaret Morelli, guest photographer
From propaganda to scholarly essays to poetry, there is no lack of words written about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. In my limited experience, these words tend to take on a life of their own, often outrunning the control and the intentions of the writer. I ask that, as you read what follows, you keep in mind that this is my perspective as a Jew who has studied Arabic language and culture. I ask that if you discuss this piece in the future, you do so in a soft voice, as there is more than enough yelling on this topic.
CC’s new consensual relations policy arouses controversy
by Simone Phillips, staff writer; illustration by Julia DeWitt, staff artist
Gates Common Room was buzzing when I arrived to the third block faculty meeting—the appearance of the Consensual Relations policy on the agenda had brought the meeting to a halt. Before voting to pass the policy, faculty members insisted on exercising their rights to debate, a reflection of the controversy surrounding student/faculty relationships at CC.