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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Confronting our creeping racism

America. The great melting pot. Or salad bowl, or whatever metaphor is being tossed around nowadays.

By September 28, 2006

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Props to the Pope, please

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By September 28, 2006

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An Arthur Avenue evening with my father

My dad called the bartender “maestro” as he led me through the crowd at Dominic’s, a crowded, family-style Italian restaurant in the Bronx.

By September 28, 2006

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The death of the journalistic dream

A few summers ago, I was asked to write obituaries for living people. Once written, they would sit in a file somewhere, waiting patiently for their subjects’ numbers to come up.

By September 21, 2006

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Life and love with Speedy the crab

I was alone in this world; the little six-legged bundle of love I called Speedy the hermit crab had left for that sandy beach in the sky.

By September 21, 2006

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Always remember the hummingbird

I’d never been to New York City before I made the half-day drive with dozens of Georgetown students to attend the Save Darfur rally on September 17th.

By September 21, 2006

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Digital digestion: all the news that’s fit to forward

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers.

By September 21, 2006

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A vacation from your problems

I’ve always had a thing for men in uniform. So when my mother announced that we were being evacuated from Lebanon on a Navy warship, I was filled with silent, guilty delight.

By the September 14, 2006

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Freckles and stars: a summer fling with Quito

I spent my summer too close to the sun. At nearly 10,000 ft. above sea level, Quito, the capital of Ecuador and my temporary home abroad, lies in a valley at the feet of the cloud-grazing Andes.

By September 14, 2006

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What happens down in Mexico …

On July 2nd, the people of Mexico voted for a new president for the first time in six years.

By September 14, 2006

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Bedhead: the quest for peace in a restless new world

Carrying On, a rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By September 14, 2006

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Conceal and carry

People look at me strangely sometimes and I’m never quite sure why.

By September 7, 2006

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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