Voices

Voices is the Op-Ed and personal essay section of The Georgetown Voice. It features the real narratives of diverse students from nearly every corner on campus, seeking to tell some of the incredibly important and yet oft-unheard stories that affect life in and out of Georgetown.

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Postcards in the rain

The clock ticks twelve. Midnight. Another day ends. Simple. Inevitable. It passed, in many ways, as days have always?the sun rose, brightening the morning, and set in the evening, returning... Read more

By the September 13, 2001

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A cycle of violence, a plea for peace

I hardly know where to begin. So many of you have been touched by this in one way or another. I found myself yesterday hardly able to put a coherent... Read more

By the September 13, 2001

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Before and after

I heard someone yesterday on the radio say that there are moments that divide time into before and after. Today at Georgetown is day two of the after, our second... Read more

By the September 13, 2001

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The “Freshman Fifteen”

Just over two weeks ago, somewhere in between those amber waves of grain and the purple mountain’s majesty, I sat anxiously in the passenger seat of my father’s FourRunner, eagerly... Read more

By the September 13, 2001

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Mohsin’s Sunscreen Song

The start of senior year is a hackneyed topic, so I’m going to avoid it. Besides, everyone’s got something to say about it. It’s old. First-years were annoying for the... Read more

By the September 6, 2001

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Sprawl attacks American life

Georgetown has something that most of the rest of the country lacks. There is something we love about this campus and D.C. that drew us all here. It’s a wonderfully... Read more

By the September 6, 2001

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The skeptical granddaughter

When I got to college, I became more selfish. Any change to my life was horribly inconvenient (even if it improved my family’s life) if it changed my status quo. Case in point: My first year, my parents decided to move one block to a nicer house. Granted, my parents liked the new house better and were actually living there all year, but I threw a tantrum.

By the September 6, 2001

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Postcards in the rain

The clock ticks twelve. Midnight. Another day ends. Simple. Inevitable. It passed, in many ways, as days have always?the sun rose, brightening the morning, and set in the evening, returning... Read more

By the September 6, 2001

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A painful silence

I was raped. Those three words are a secret I kept to myself longer than any other, even longer than I kept quiet about being gay. Rape is such a... Read more

By the August 30, 2001

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I’m better than Eddie Winslow

Eddie, the oldest son from Family Matters would have had a kick-ass party if Carl and the family went away for a week. He would have invited over some buddies... Read more

By the August 30, 2001

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Salvaging a scrap of dignity

As if it weren’t enough of a clich? for a senior returning from a year abroad to write an article about the adjustment and reacclimation that describe his every new... Read more

By the August 30, 2001

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Lies, lies, lies!

As we begin another school year I am forced to reflect on my summer and ask myself the same thing we each ponder as a new year begins and summer... Read more

By the August 30, 2001

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Welcome Freshman

Four years ago this Friday I crossed the Key Bridge in a taxi, all my belongings in the trunk and my mother beside me for moral support, by which I... Read more

By the August 23, 2001

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Fox News is the Devil

“Ooooh, look at me! I’m Bill O’Reilly, friend of the working man and foe of government. Look at me fight with liberals and lay waste to the media establishment. Ooooohhhhh.”... Read more

By the August 23, 2001

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Virtual bodies, real tears

I remember looking in the mirror when I was 13. I examined each curve, each new bulge, with cringing disgust. Fat, fat everywhere. I hated that flesh, that new roundness.... Read more

By the August 23, 2001

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So long, farewell, aufwiedersehn, goodbye

“I thought you were a freshman,” a fellow castmate (and actual first-year) confessed over dinner. “You were walking into Village C West, after all.” So much for my theory that... Read more

By the May 3, 2001

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Use a condom, for the love of God

Last fall, an acquaintance of mine asked me if I had ever had sex using a condom. She wanted to know if sex felt different with a condom. I was... Read more

By the May 3, 2001

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And this bird you cannot chain

I am not a religious person, but I do believe that I receive signs from God. (Warning: If you are bothered by my faulty logic that I get signs from... Read more

By the May 3, 2001

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One self-indulgent apology

When I was growing up, my dad pulled me aside at one point to impart some advice. He told me something to the effect that I would get to a... Read more

By the May 3, 2001

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Letter to the Editor

My name is Kristin Campbell. I am a freshman and a Maryland native. I am writing this letter because I am extremely appalled by the way that go-go music is... Read more

By the May 3, 2001