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In This Issue
- Colombia Spectador
- "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" Policy Expanded
- Tons of Interesting People Not to Speak At Class Day
- Columbia Goes Green
- Alan Zweibel Talks Comedy
- Vulture Culture
- Why "Tony Gong Explains the Universe" Is the Worst Column Ever"
- Hey, Bro or: How I Learned to Chillax and Love Trite Columbia Humor
- Jody's Nonsensical Droppings
- Re: Spectador editor laughs for first time sine 5th birthday
- Getting Wet at Gethard's
- U.S. Announces Stricter Blood Donor Requirements
- Columbia Secret Societies
- Coming Soon to a Television Near You "CSI: Columbia University"
- Vote Fed Party!
- A Letter from the Feditors
- They Watch
- The Staff of the Federalist
They Watch
I read Bwog. A lot. And one issue has been repeatedly revisited, often garnering dozens of comments: the Academic Calendar.
In case you are illiterate and deaf, or just retarded, you'll know that Columbia ended the Fall semester of 2009, and will end the Fall semester of 2010 on December 23rd, giving us only two study days and cramping our ability to get home for Christmas. Or Jewish holidays or Kwanzaa or something.
That sucks.
And they're pretty they-ish for it. But, let's be frank here. Is a study day, a couple hundred dollars, and getting home a tad bit late enough to warrant the grandest social action on Columbia's campus since 1968?
Columbia fucks us on a daily basis. And, the fact is, that if we stop Columbia from fucking us in these quirky, subtle ways, they'll just raise tuition to compensate for it. Either way, we (or our parents) will pay. This isn't to say that we shouldn't be upset. We should just put that anger in some context.
So, people who flip out for no reason without seeing the real consequences = THEY.
Person who stole my bottle of Smartwater from the lounge while I was taking a break from writing this = THEY!
My obese aunt who keeps sending me dark chocolate for the holidays = THEY!