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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Notes from the Bitter Belt

I have absolutely no problem telling you, potentially psychopathic and murderous reader, exactly where I live. Well, no, not exactly. I’ll keep the exact house number to myself, because if... Read more

By the September 27, 2001

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Breaking down the Bush

Last Thursday evening you no doubt listened to President George W. Bush espouse what is now dubbed “The Bush Doctrine.” His words certainly served well to rally the American people... Read more

By the September 27, 2001

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Real Americana

As I sat down for lunch in Darnall on Friday, my friend and I were talking about the week’s terrorist attacks and what they meant here at Georgetown. We couldn’t make sense of too much, and probably no one here is able to comment on the national situation without sounding trite and repetitive. “America unite!” seemed too easy a thought at that point last week.

By the September 20, 2001

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Divided we’re called

I love America, although I don’t consider myself particularly patriotic. When I watched those planes crash into the World Trade Center, a thousand sickening feelings went through my body. However,... Read more

By the September 20, 2001

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Calling home

I have difficulty defining “home” right now. Home to me means familiarity, security, a sense of belonging and the presence of those I love. Right now, those much-needed signs of... Read more

By the September 20, 2001

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Dismayed new world

Twenty days ago I left for college to study international affairs at the School of Foreign Service at Georgetown University. One of my friends asked me if I was ready... Read more

By the September 20, 2001

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Letters to the Editor

In response to Mark Lance’s “A cycle of violence, a plea for peace” [Sept. 13] I have heard Mark Lance’s criticisms of US policy before when I was a student... Read more

By the September 20, 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 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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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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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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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