This past week I attended two of the bigger events on campus. One of them unites most organizations on campus to celebrate ethnic diversity and harmony, and the other one unites organizations on campus to cut budgets.
Posts published in “The Stute Editorial”
The Stute Editorial is an Opinion column written by the current Editor in Chief of The Stute to address and explain editorial decision making, discuss news and media issues, and develop a sense of trust and transparency between readers and members of The Stute.
Ever since I was elected Editor-in-Chief of The Stute, I’ve been at conflict with how I should be Editor-in-Chief. From my predecessor telling others that I should be more hands-off, to my old habits as Managing Editor of being incredibly hands-on and informal/jokey with the general body rearing their head, I have been hearing two different sides to being one thing: Editor-in-Chief.
Perhaps the title is a bit overdramatic considering this is my third editorial, but because I was “compelled” to address the Student Government Association in my last editorial, I wanted to rewind to March 29: CPAC.
I had an entirely different idea for my editorial this week. I wanted to discuss how I attended Castle Point Anime Convention for the first time despite being a junior, how my judgmental notions of CPAC were squashed, and how nice the entire experience was for me not as an anime fan, but as a person.
I almost forgot I had to write this.
Whew. Okay, well, this past Tuesday I was elected as the 112th (or 113th, we’re not quite sure) Editor-in-Chief of The Stute.
And so it comes to this my friends! This is my last editorial before leaving my executive position on The Stute behind.
I thought long and hard about what I should write my penultimate Stute Editorial on, so I chose a topic relevant to everything: legacy.
I love the Office of Residence Life very much, with a few exceptions: When they are telling me my string contraptions are fire hazards, when they tell me I can’t stay in my River Terrace apartment for more than a year, and when they tell me I need a meal plan.
For a while, I’ve promised to talk about the SGA in one of my editorials. That time is now.
I have been at this school for almost four years.
When it comes to love, I am, by and large, ashamed of my generation.
Ever since my generation learned how, hooking up has somehow found itself to be integrated into the ‘norm’ of our culture.