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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Barackin’ in the free world

I worked in the Senate with Mercy, a tall, pretty senior from UMass who lived for movie stars. The interns had a game inspired by Kevin Bacon’s six degrees of separation in which we’d name an actor and a movie as dissimilar as possible (try James Dean and National Treasure) and Mercy would have to connect them from memory. After two weeks of the game, it was Mercy: 46, interns: 0.

By December 7, 2006

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Carrying On: From the sidelines: across the desert and far away

Last Thursday, during halftime of the Men’s basketball game against Oregon, ten individuals—men and women—filed onto the court. Some walked with a limp, some with a cane, all were veterans of the Iraq war. Most of them looked to be in their early 20s. I distinctly remember one of them, a young man with crutches and a missing leg.

By December 7, 2006

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The good, the bad and the ugly

I rode the escalator into the subway station. “Gray? or Gorgeous?” the older woman in the first poster asked.

By November 30, 2006

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Rainboots: bringing kindergarten sexy back

I was that girl who stood outside the RHO at 10:13 watching time pass with impatient anticipation.

By November 30, 2006

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Swiping your card, stealing your heart

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By November 30, 2006

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Ask Annabelle

Ask Annabelle: the Voice’s new advice column

By November 30, 2006

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Tracking down the dream

It’s hard to know how to start an Op-Ed about streetcar tracks.

By November 16, 2006

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Turkey and tanning: Thanksgiving in July

My cousins were born and bred in Italy.

By November 16, 2006

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Grades schmades: why the GPA system stinks

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By November 16, 2006

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The stairway down to heaven

I can jump off the 10th stair and land on my feet in my grandpa’s basement.

By November 16, 2006

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Me write pretty one day

It is unfortunate that the Writing Center has developed such a pejorative reputation and we admit that a majority of the misconceptions about the Writing Center are attributable to our failure to explain who we are and what we’re all about.

By November 9, 2006

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Running on nothing but fumes

For the last eight days of September and the first 29 days of October I smoked like a fiend. A chimney, if you will. I probably went through three packs a week, perhaps more. If I became frustrated with myself and threw my cigarettes away, I would only discover 18 hours later that I was desperately in need of a dry, rolled-up leaf, laced with toxins, producing a rich and foul-smelling smoke whose calm effluvience so artfully destroyed my lungs.

By November 9, 2006

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Crossing Over: adventures at the Syrian border

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By November 9, 2006

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Time doesn’t heal all wounds

After visiting India and Senegal this past year, the question I got most often was, “What was it like? Was it hard seeing such abject poverty?”

By November 2, 2006

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Biting the hand that feeds us

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By November 2, 2006

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Single and ready to mingle

“Where do you live?” It’s a question that I am met with daily.

By November 2, 2006

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What are you doing about Iraq?

Examining the role of students in protests against the war.

By October 26, 2006

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Fall into food: we’re bringing comfort back

There is no greater or more constant pleasure than in an apple.

By October 26, 2006

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I’m so lonely. Please talk back…please

Carrying On: a rotating column by Voice senior staffers.

By October 26, 2006

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Examining the ills of North Korea

Usually, I wouldn’t be excited to watch the TV screens while tearing away at one of the cardio machines in Yates at seven in the morning.

By October 26, 2006