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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More trite senior reflections

I am graduating in a little more than a month. Well, technically I need to pass one class that I am now enrolled in. The issue is not really in doubt though, because the only grade is a 25-page research paper at the end of the class. It is pretty hard to fail a paper?I hope.

By the April 11, 2002

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Baby alien Spanish

Middle-child syndrome comes in handy when you are trying to learn another language. I, like the majority of middle children, am a true pacifist and do my best to avoid discord and maintain peace wherever the possibility of conflict is brewing. This serves me well in Chile, where it is much easier to agree with people than to engage in an idea battle when armed with the verbal equivalent of a sharp toothpick.

By the April 11, 2002

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Take me back to the coke orgy!

Well, seniors, we’re almost there! I can’t believe it’s been four years already! Can you? Why, it seems like only yesterday that I was standing in a stuffy and humid New South dorm room, shaking hands with a complete stranger with whom I was about to spend the next nine months.

By the April 11, 2002

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In defense of John Walker Lindh

After the attacks of Sept. 11, the rhetoric used by American leaders would lead one to believe that those responsible were attacking freedom and democracy, liberty and justice, ideals theoretically intrinsic to an American ideology. The truth is that the terrorists were attacking reckless American hegemony and economic and cultural imperialism.

By the April 11, 2002

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Trials and tribulations in Chilean Patagonia

My friend Helen and I are studying abroad in Santiago, Chile. During Easter, we decided to visit the Torres del Paine national park, which includes the longest vertical drop in the world. The park is extremely remote, requiring a plane trip and four buses to arrive.

By the April 4, 2002

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Alpha males, alpha problems

Spring Break at Georgetown always conjures up demons, and the most recent “week of vice” was certainly no exception. As of January, reports filtered in from Hoyas near and far who were planning strange and inadvisable outings. One small band apparently flocked to the Florida Everglades for the world crocodile wrestling championships, only to head on to the body-wrestling haven of Key West-Georgetown.

By the April 4, 2002

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Asking for a definition

Things couldn’t get much worse for the Catholic Church. In the past few years, a spate of scholarly books have taken the ecclesiastic hierarchy to task for its abominable treatment of European Jewry during the Holocaust; similar tomes have unraveled the manufactured mythology the Church used to quell critics past and present regarding its collaboration with Italian and German fascism.

By the April 4, 2002

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Letter to the editor

I am writing this letter in response to the Mar. 21 article, “Finding a place in Asian-America” by Andrew Lin. In it, Lin derides the Asian-American youth scene in Los Angeles and describes his (unsuccessful) attempt to escape it by enrolling at Georgetown.

By the April 4, 2002

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Finding a place in Asian-America

I hail from the Los Angeles megalopolis, a region renowned for its Californian sunshine and super-sized East Asian population. While in high school, I used to detest this sad fact. No, I did not have yellow fever, and the Asian-American youth scene was rather despicable.

By the March 21, 2002

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Ending on a positive note

Second semester senior stress? Is this actually happening? It’s always been ingrained into my head that second semester seniors and stress went together like Georgetown men’s basketball and the NCAA Tournament. Seniors told me last year that no one studies second semester, no one worries, no one stresses and everyone just kicks back with a beer or 10, ticking off the days until graduation.

By the March 21, 2002

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Letter to the editor

If cities truly exist to “poison and mar their surrounding environment,” as they do according to Ian Bourland, then the question “Why rate a city?” in his diatribe “Philadelphia does not deserve to live” (March 14, 2002) quickly becomes all the more puzzling.

By the March 21, 2002

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On the comedy of a century

If I were to write a novel, it would definitely be set in the 19th century. Because, as I think we can all agree, the 19th century is the most hilarious century of them all. Of course, I wasn’t the first person to figure this out; popular culture today is replete with references to this age.

By the March 14, 2002

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Letter to the editor

It’s rare that a single off-the-court decision can end two decades of consistency, undermine the legacy of recent players, send one of the school’s best players out on a sour note, alienate fans and harm the current players’ chance for future success. Skipping the NIT manages to accomplish it all.

By the March 14, 2002

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Kaap Stad

“Kaap Stad, brotha?” the toothless man in the window asks as the minibus slows down to the curb. “Yeah.” I hop in to the crowded taxi and fork over two-rand-fifty for the ride into town from Mowbray, my neighborhood. That’s less than 25 American cents. The vehicle is crowded, as they usually are.

By the March 14, 2002

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Philadelphia does not deserve to live

I am one of the few, the proud transplants from the western United States to Georgetown. Upon my arrival two years ago, I was confronted with a host of perplexing new experiences: subways, stupid accents and, most amazingly, condensed travel time. The rapidity of, nay, the existence of interstate train travel allows one to traverse the Eastern Sea Board in the time it takes to drive to many of the respective state lines west of the Mississippi.

By the March 14, 2002

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An illusory love

I find it unfortunate that in recent issues of this Catholic university’s newsmagazine, the only pieces dealing with Catholic issues have shallowly criticized its teachings. Catholicism has a tremendous amount of truth, peace and splendor to offer. Before going any further, I hope it is not presumptuous to assume that the students and professors that come to study and teach at this Catholic institution of higher education do so voluntarily, much like the adherents of Catholicism freely choose to practice that religion.

By the February 28, 2002

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Letter to the editor

In reference to Bailey Somers’ article, “Gonzalez examines Corp’s finances” in the Feb. 21 issue of The Georgetown Voice, several of the major points of the article need clarification. From the opening line, the article misrepresents the true nature of the relationship between Dr.

By the February 28, 2002

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Knowing better

Every so often, my father will tell this story from high school: He broke his arm pole-vaulting without a mat. After he had the cast removed, he decided to pole-vault again?without a mat. He broke his other arm. Each time I hear this story, I ask myself several questions: Why did he want to pole-vault? Why did he do it without a mat? Wasn’t there anyone else around who thought pole-vaulting without a mat was unsafe? Why does Dad tell this story when it makes him look dumb? The question that I find most perplexing is this: Why do people repeat actions that have failed in the past? Almost everyone does it.

By the February 28, 2002

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In defense of Philadelphia

I’ve noticed a disturbing trend in the sports section of the Voice. In the past month, two articles have not only criticized the sports fans in my hometown, the most passionate city in the United States, but also have used the conduct of these same fans as an excuse to bash the city where our own Constitution was written in the long, hot summer of 1787.

By the February 28, 2002

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Butter has made us fat

In the end, we lamented that we hadn’t just gone to some boring Georgetown party with a boring keg of Rolling Rock and boring plastic cups, where we would have talked to some boring companions. Instead, we got just what we had wished for. One Wednesday evening, my friend Sean Kulkarni entered the New South restroom to wash his hands before dinner.

By the February 28, 2002