Tyler Stone
Never stop exploring the world outside the classroom
We worry an awful lot about our school’s image. You hear concern among students when they talk about friends at Harvard or Yale (the unspoken question being, how do we compare?). You see it in administrative reports when we compare our grade inflation to Princeton’s. You may, in fact, have just read it in several columns recently published in the Voice and the Hoya. As Fr. James Schall sees it, we focus too much on careers and extracurricular activities and appreciate the “life of the mind” too little.
By Tyler Stone February 7, 2008
Never stop exploring
The thump of the chopper’s rotors is deep, felt more than heard. I look out the window and see swirls of snow flying away from the chopper’s side, down the 11,000 feet of mountain slope hanging beneath us. In the distance, the Grand Tetons reach up toward the sky. Next to me are my brothers, Cameron and Graylan, and my dad; like me, they’re helmeted, goggled and gloved, boots buckled tight against their feet, jackets zipped to the top. We look like the Tenth Mountain Division, but we’re not soldiers. We’re skiers.
By Tyler Stone November 8, 2007
It’s all about how you play the political game
Try this pop quiz for a second: two senators are running for president. One encounters major opposition in poll after poll, while for the other you’d be hard-pressed, as far as my experience goes, not to find an admirer. The first inspires as much divisiveness as praise, while the second is almost universally regarded as an American hero. One seems to have spent most of her life planning a way to the presidency; the other has served his country, to the point of torture and near-death in war, since his college days. Who are they?
By Tyler Stone October 18, 2007
Practicing humility
When I need to get away, I go to a crypt. No, I don’t frequent tombs for kicks (Save a certain bar on 36th St.). It’s more chapel than crypt, but the solemnity remains the same. It was once the Crypt of the North American Martyrs; today it’s the Copley Chapel. Small as it is, it serves a very special function, for me anyway.
By Tyler Stone September 27, 2007
The workout literally from hell
Most people visit the famed Exorcist steps next to Car Barn for a photograph, or maybe a joke about how much it would suck to trip and fall. But scrawled writing on the lowest step reveals another reason for visiting these haunted stones: a fast-paced but vicious workout routine also titled “the Exorcist.” Not the most original name, but appropriate, because about halfway through the workout you feel like the life is being sucked out of you.
By Tyler Stone September 6, 2007