Opinion

Thoughts from the Georgetown community.

Voices

Carrying On

“I asked for salami, not pepperoni! How the HELL do you confuse salami for pepperoni?”

Suffering the preceding comment, smiling and apologizing is one of the joys of being a waiter. This past year I have been a server at a gourmet pizzeria, a Chinese bistro and an American “neighborhood-style” restaurant. Each had its own training system, tip-out schedule and scripted table greeting. After a year of mindlessly asking strangers if they would “care to start off with something to drink,” I’m out of patience.

By September 13, 2007

Letters to the Editor

Voice needs more research on environmental rating

Will Sommer must be joking in his recent article slamming Georgetown’s new science building (“Building blues,” News, September 6). That the University would pursue a LEED rating is commendable on its own, and the fact that this building will be certfied LEED Silver makes the project all the more deserving of our support.

By September 13, 2007

Letters to the Editor

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”

It’s about time that someone put their foot down on the new alcohol policy on and off-campus here at Georgetown. The University and the Metropolitan Police Department don’t understand that the new ramped-up policies set in place to “protect” the students and neighbors are actually making everything worse.

By September 13, 2007

Editorials

Disappointing in any language

The recent changes to the SFS language proficiency requirement threaten to produce less-prepared graduates and eventually damage the SFS’ top-notch reputation.

By the September 6, 2007

Editorials

You are not connected to the internet

Georgetown may be famous for its networking potential, but unfortunately for Hoyas, our wireless internet network is nothing to brag about.

By the September 6, 2007

Voices

The Italian Job

It was Kamilla’s idea to get on the bus. We couldn’t read Italian; there was no schedule. “We’ll just see where it goes,” she said. “We don’t even have to buy a ticket. We’ll sit in the back and if they start checking we’ll be like, ‘oh, in Italy you have to buy a ticket for the bus?’”

By September 6, 2007

Editorials

Sex, lies, and the Republican Party

If the GOP weren’t so steadfast about condemning homosexuality, Craig would have been able to express his sexuality in an appropriate and lawful way, instead of covertly propositioning a plainclothes police officer.

By the September 6, 2007

Voices

Still frustrated in New Orleans

Children are taught to take pride in our country and to have faith in what our government can and will do for us, due to the simple fact that we are all American. However, the wide-eyed and innocent faith that I once held in my democratic government was shattered in one day.

By September 6, 2007

Voices

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 September 6, 2007

Voices

Georgetown, it’s not you, it’s me

My thoughts as I gazed out the airplane window were those of hopelessness, nervousness and regret. I was convinced that my decision to withdraw for a semester was probably the worst mistake of my life.

By September 6, 2007

Editorials

Roy looks tiny from the upper level

The Athletic Department should give Hoya fans the opportunity to watch their classmates play ball close.

By the August 30, 2007

Voices

Talk It Out

If you’re not unhappy with the new party regulations, you should be—even if you don’t drink. They represent a betrayal of Georgetown’s tradition of consulting with students before making policy changes.

By August 30, 2007

Editorials

Some GERMS are worth spreading

Students and neighbors should recognize all that GERMS does to keep us all safe.

By the August 30, 2007

Voices

Tea Time with the Turkish Police

Sitting in a Turkish police station next to an accused criminal is not how I expected to spend my Thursday night. Even less did I expect the night to end with a pratical joke played on me by the Turkish police.

By August 30, 2007

Voices

The Deepest Aftershock

Information spread early after an disaster is usually wrong. When my Mom received the first phone call about the quake, she was told that the epicenter had been in Ancash, Peru—my parents’ home region, and the center of a 1970 quake. That information wasn’t right; the quake hit hundreds of miles south. But with that one wrong word, a lifetime of mental scars were reopened.

By August 30, 2007

Editorials

A Rhee of hope for D.C. schools?

In order for Mayor Adrian Fenty’s much-publicized school takeover to actually be a success, though, completed textbook orders must be the rule, rather than an exception.

By the August 30, 2007

Voices

Remembering Fatema

I’ll always remember the way Fatema looked hip and coordinated even though she was wearing two patterns, six colors, shoes with glitter, crazy earrings and of course a matching head scarf.

By August 30, 2007

Voices

Judge Judy day camp

Halfway through my summer job as a camp counselor for kids between ages 7 and 10, I threw fairness out the window and began acting like Judge Judy: assume both parties are lying and rule against both.

By August 24, 2007

Editorials

Register for your right to party

We like to think of Georgetown as a “work hard, play hard” school, but last May an e-mail from Vice President for Student Affairs Todd Olson informed the student body that Georgetown would be cracking down on the play part of the equation this year.

By the August 24, 2007

Voices

Lost (and injured) in Translation

My plane landed in Tokyo and I was filled with excitement to be in a foreign country for the first time. My previous summer vacations had been limited to Florida and the continental U.S. Almost completely out of the blue, I purchased a ticket to Japan to visit a friend living there, simply for the experience of seeing Japan. Regardless of the fact that I spoke absolutely no Japanese, and knew little about Japanese culture, I felt prepared for my trip—I wasn’t.

By August 24, 2007