Dear Editor, Your editorial “Bridging the Divide Between Majors” (Jan. 26) asserts that “departmental divisions” hinder students’ opportunities to take courses outside of their major. The School of the Arts shares your concerns. Improving students’ ability to move between departments and disciplines is a priority for us, and, while not instantaneous, we have made considerable improvement.
Nearly six years ago, a team of U.S. Navy SEALs raided the home of Osama bin Laden, killing the terrorist leader and burying his body at sea only hours later. The following day, the news of his death dominated my seventh grade literature class as students cheered what President Obama called “the most significant achievement to date in our nation's effort to defeat al Qaeda.” But what began as a celebration soon erupted into a heated argument between me and my classmates over their glorification of a violent death.
At issue: Expensive networking opportunities Our take: Extra-curricular trips shouldn’t be only for the wealthy
In college, being broke is strangely glamorized.
At issue: Saturday makeup classes Our take: It's the freakin' weekend.
I went into my gap year in Paris with preconceived notions of how much I would learn about the language and culture of France. But at the end of my experience, I realized that immersing yourself in an unfamiliar culture teaches more than that. I learned how to wonder about the way the world looks to those not standing in my shoes.
I stumbled across yet another self-care comic while scrolling through Tumblr the other day. Titled “50 Ways to Take a Break,” it features illustrations of candles, bubble baths, tea, and nature. Underneath was the user’s caption: “Practice self-care!!!” It was nothing new, but after seeing this phrase recycled hundreds of times over my Facebook and Tumblr feeds, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
At issue: Chaos caused by Pats parade Our take: The school should not have been open during the parade
The year is 2013. Edward Snowden has leaked information detailing the massive metadata spying operation carried out by the National Surveillance Agency under President Barack Obama.
I was raised on red, white, and navy blue—on game day nachos, screaming at the TV, and a godlike vision of Tom Brady. When it comes to the rules of the game of football, I can’t tell you much. I know the touchdown, the interception, the two-point conversion. But that’s not even the point of it to me.
Last November, the Beacon published an article entitled “Emerson declared a sanctuary campus.” We watched as the article was passed around on social media, becoming one of the most shared articles of the semester. Unfortunately, we were wrong.
I slumped to the floor with my back pressed against the tiled wall in the bathroom of a cafe in Concord, Massachusetts where I attended a pretentious boarding high school. I overheard latte orders being shouted at bustling employees by shrill white women in Lululemon yoga attire as I held my head with one hand and outstretched the other, dangling the recently peed upon pregnancy test for my best friend Noa to read.
I am standing in the gift shop of the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam, head slightly cocked, puzzling over the cover of a book. It is The Diary of a Young Girl, the revered diary of Anne herself. A small seal in the corner reads: “Now available as an app!” Contemptuously, I wonder: what could this app contain?
Emerson has been hailed as a trade school for media makers. With such a specific focus, it’s a wonder that we have so much division between programs.
However, entering Emerson, I often feel obstructed by my lower-class upbringing.