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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The mommy metamorphosis

This summer I realized in a sudden and cruel moment of clarity that I am already becoming my mother. This has always seemed an inevitable, yet, reassuringly distant event. But I was wrong; she is closing in on me.

By September 7, 2006

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The New Urbanist flava

Carrying On: a rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By September 7, 2006

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The handwriting on the wall

Remember handwriting? That thing that was somewhat important before computers, emails, instant messaging and our immersion in the age of technological communication? Well, mine sucks.

By September 7, 2006

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Livin’ in an Amish Paradise

Carrying On: a rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By August 31, 2006

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Notes from the underground

One woman’s descent into the addictive world of internet fandom

By August 31, 2006

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Waking up on Easter Island

On a chilly Easter Island morning, my dad and I cut through the wind toward the sunrise on a bent and broken scooter; he drove, I clung to the jump seat. As the sky filled with gold and faded into blue, I gripped onto my father’s jacket with frozen hands and hunched behind him to avoid the wind.

By August 31, 2006

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The Aussie Animosity

“Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!” The chanting sounded like the din of a sporting event. With Australian flags draped over them, the crowd could have been on its way to a rugby match. But, the shouts continued, “Lebs go home!” they roared.

By August 31, 2006

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Carrying On: 23 is the loneliest number

For me, The Moment came in Leo’s. A few weeks after starting at Georgetown, a handful of hallmates and I were at lunch, still getting to know each other. The conversation turned to high schools. The stories of my suburban public school were uninteresting at best, but one guy, the product of an elite northern prep school, said something that stuck with me.

By August 24, 2006

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After hours: some things should stay at the office

My office at the Democratic Party of Georgia is smaller than a Village A bedroom and I share it with three other researchers. I drew the short straw and was stuck with the desk that blocked the doorway into the room. Everyday coworkers have to decide whether to give me the crotch or the ass as they brush the back of my head on their way in and out of the room.

By August 24, 2006

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Yo’ momma (and yo’ daddy too)

After dropping my oldest brother off at college, my mother proceeded to cry the entire ride home, silently sniffling as she navigated her way through Ohio cornfields in her red Suburban. Ten years later, after emptying the same, slightly beleaguered car, I stood facing my parents on Healy Lawn.

By August 24, 2006

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Peace in the Middle East?

Israel’s recent war with Hezbollah left the Middle East and the world less safe and derailed a Middle East peace process that had been, for once, looking more hopeful than not.

By August 24, 2006

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Living on Zapatista time

Sitting in the Che Guevara Cooperative Store with my language-school teacher I ask him how long he plans to stay at the school and what he hopes to do afterward.

By April 27, 2006

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Building the case against tact

Carrying On – a rotating column by voice senior staffers

By April 27, 2006

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Yes, it’s duty-free

My accidental dip into sex tourism

By April 27, 2006

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Chuting the breeze

A man, a plane, a very bad idea

By April 27, 2006

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Crossing the line

Should secularism be silent anywhere?

By April 20, 2006

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No direction home

An immigrant seeks identity at La Marcha

By April 20, 2006

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Sleeping around campus

Carrying On – a rotating column by voice senior staffers

By April 20, 2006

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Breaking a mental sweat

My iPod broke right before spring break. Even though I’m a big fan of putting a soundtrack to my life, I don’t usually feel the loss acutely. I’ve mostly learned to live without it.

By April 6, 2006

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Skipping a stop at procreation station

Trudging to Walsh in the whistling wind and biting cold, I fantasized about the wonders spring would bring: blooming trees, afternoons studying on Copley Lawn and my parents’ incessant nagging to find a man and have a baby, already.

By April 6, 2006