Reynold Urias (COL’10), who goes by the name Rei Sairu, moved out of his Harbin room on Tuesday under the unwavering watch of Lorenzo Caltagirone, an area coordinator for the Office of Residence Life. Sairu said he underwent a psychiatric evaluation on Monday after the University received word that he had made a threatening comment regarding Virginia Tech, and that he is no longer allowed on campus. Sairu will finish the rest of his classes while living off-campus.
In response to concerns about its own human rights record, Yahoo! announced a $1 million donation last Thursday to the SFS’s Institute for the Study of Diplomacy, establishing an eight-year fellowship on the intersection of Internet technology and human rights.
Georgetown faculty and staff in the Harris administrative building were rudely surprised yesterday morning to learn that a driverless D.C. Circulator bus left an employee injured after it rolled backward and knocked a large hole through the wall of the first floor. The Harris building, located near the intersection of Wisconsin Ave and 35th St., houses a variety of University administrative offices.
After finishing my last paper of freshman year, I decided to go for a walk at night to celebrate my new freedom. It was a simple walk through Georgetown, a route I often took to go see movies on K Street, but that night the pedestrian became glorious, the uncomfortable became terrifying and the everyday neighborhood looked like something out of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I was listening to Radiohead in the fog.
While office managers nationwide find themselves forced into the role of bookies and even the baristas at Starbucks become basketball experts when March Madness rolls around, you won’t see Roy Hibbert, Jeff Green or any other NCAA athlete participating in the betting pools that have become a national pastime. Even athletes who play sports other than basketball run the risk of losing their eligibility for the rest of the year if they fill out a bracket.
Back in middle school there was always one kid on the baseball team with gangly legs too long for his body and ears too big for his head: that athletic disaster that you didn’t want to see come up to bat, even though you knew that everybody gets to play in Little League. Remember how that kid didn’t really want to get up to bat either? I was that kid, and I excelled more in the field of videogames than on a physical field.