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Resources and Opportunities

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by Joseph

Resources and Opportunities

I am currently on my way to the University of Chicago where I will spend four years in a freezing climate, cuddling with books, staying up late at night working on research papers, and studying the effects of sleep deprivation and caffeine. Other than the weather and lack of parental supervision, my journey through college sounds very similar to high school. But there is one big difference I feel I missed: resources and opportunities.

I am an enthusiastic policy debater. However, my high school never had a debate program. Moreover, my high school never had any research databases, academic journals, or any resources that would help me in my debate career. I had to borrow my brother’s college student account to access all the research I wanted. But it’s not just research that makes college different from high school. In fact, there are a lot more resources in college than I could ever find in high school.

Internships, study abroad programs, networking, research with professors, these are all opportunities that college offers and the only thing that we students need to do is take advantage of them. The greatest difference between high school and college is that in college we choose our own path, and whatever path that is, we are granted a vast array of resources and opportunities that high school could never offer. So don’t let these next four years pass by without experiencing all the opportunities that college truly has to offer. I know I won’t.

 

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July 20, 2014
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Fit: Advice from a Happy College Student

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by Justin

Fit: Advice from a Happy College Student

As the ending of my first year of college coincides with the beginning of the application cycle for the class of 2019, I have a few words of advice that might be beneficial in choosing which colleges to apply to. After all, there are hundreds of colleges to choose from, each vying for your application file. We may all have different criteria when selecting colleges (for example, I wanted to go out of state), but one piece should always be taken into consideration: fit.

Sure, a lot of people have tossed around “fit” as an abstract concept, but what does it really mean? All too often, we look to the US World Rankings as the Bible for our college choices; “I’ll just apply to whichever is ranked higher” or “I’ll just apply to the one that has the higher acceptance rate.” Although there is some merit to these arguments, the empirical data that supports the rankings and acceptance rate only goes so far.

I challenge students to consider what feels right. If they can see themselves at the school making friends, thriving, engaging in all the school has to offer.

Come last April, I was struggling with my college decisions, where I was going to go. My parents felt very strongly that I should attend a very well-known private school out in New England. Their reasons were fair; it had prestige along with old money and connections that would definitely behoove me in a post-graduate job hunt. But it just didn’t feel right. It lacked the quirkiness that I saw in UChicago students and myself. I might have been happy at the other school, but I doubt that happiness could compete with the kinship and joy that I feel at Chicago. I have found my people. However, that is not to say that everyone is happy here. I have a friend who is transferring out because she found out that Chicago doesn’t provide the artistic environment that she wants to pursue film. Again, it is all about the fit. Just a like a T-shirt, right? Is it too small, too big, too scratchy, or too warm? College is like a shirt. You just have to find the one that fits.

 

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Macalester, Adjuncts, Unions, and Power

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People with Power Pressuring People without Power

I recently wrote on the Northwestern football team unionization vote and the larger questions attached to it. The push for unions in American institutes of higher education, however, is not limited to its sports programs. On Wednesday, May 14, Macalester College in St. Paul, Minnesota hosted a debate for union leaders and administrators to present their cases for and against the unionization of contingency professors at Macalester. Such a push for unionization isn’t unique to Macalester; similar movements have been successful at Tufts, Northeastern, Georgetown, George Washington, American, and most recently, nearby Hamline.

For those unfamiliar with the term, a “contingency” professor refers to an instructor who is not on a track for tenure. For those unfamiliar with that term, a “tenured” or “tenure-track” professor is a full-time professor with benefits and job security. A contingency professor, of course, is an adjunct with no benefits and rarely more than a year-to-year contract. The plight of adjunct professors is a hot topic in academic now, but an article in Salon offers an entertaining summary.

I’m going to refrain from projecting a strong opinion in this case, much like I did when I wrote about football players at Northwestern, for the simple reason that I don’t have enough information to do so. It’s a complex issue with many important variables; without such information at my disposal, the best I can do is listen, read, and process.

However, the serious concern that I have seen in both cases is the proclivity of what I’ll call authoritative bullying. At Northwestern, most of the football players who voted on April 25th were confused at best or afraid at worst. Confused as to what changes would occur if a union were to be enacted. Afraid of losing playing time or worse (that massive scholarship that NU football players get). Why? Because all authority figures in their world—former NU president, current head football coach, and many other powerful people in the Northwestern community—pressured them to vote against unionization.

My sister is a former tenure-track faculty member at Macalester, who left to pursue a full-time writing career, but is recently back to teach periodic courses. She’s one of the fortunate few in academia for whom things worked out. She got a prestigious, tenure-track position. When she left, she did of her own volition (and much to the dismay of her peers who envied her position). When she returned, it was for fun—not out of need. And yet when she spoke up in support of unionization for contingency professors at Macalester at the aforementioned May meeting, she was summarily shushed. Administrators, it turns out, aren’t the biggest supporters of the unionization of contingency faculty.

I’m a super college nerd. By that, I mean that I love higher education and the culture on intellectual college campuses so much that I read about them voraciously, envision attending hundreds of them myself, and work with countless students, helping them find their best fit schools. Macalester has long been one of my favorite schools. It’s a PhD placement factory, underlying its intellectual atmosphere and the personal investment in undergraduate students that most faculty members hold. It’s a liberal place that is a hotbed for political activism, social justice, and in short, equality. Add in its urban location and ambitious student body, and its #10 overall ranking in my personal rankings makes a lot of sense.

I don’t know if unionization is the best way to improve the situation of contingency professors, but there is one thing that I do know. Contingency professors are abused. And when people in power use that power to intimidate those without power, I begin to question the integrity not only of those administrators but also of the institution. For Northwestern and Macalester, unquestionably two of my very favorite schools, to feature prominently in this conversation—albeit in very different circumstances—deeply saddens me.

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Hero Ball

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By Kevin

Hero Ball 

The world needed to see San Antonio win this one. And the Spurs did. It’s the system. The historically impressive number of contracts extended to foreign players. The oh-so-household names of Patty Mills and Boris Diaw. The military-esque tutelage of a full-time obsessive coach, part time fine wine connoisseur. The fact that a Spalding regulation basketball flies faster than LeBron James or Norris Cole sprints. The truisms of reticence and consistency that have abounded in the Spurs’ level-headed play for the last two decades. Oh, it’s the joy, the inexplicable, inherently deep-rooted yet moderately distasteful satisfaction when the system trumps the heroes.

This post-season has elucidated the futility of hero ball in the NBA, yet few recognize an impeccably similar downfall in our perceptions of society. Driven by singularities, by Gladwell’s outliers, we’re bred to make sense of Bergdahl’s character and key in on Obama’s foreign affairs decision making, as if these men are the sole constituents involved. Conceptually, the initial reactions to a 5-to-1 Taliban quid pro quo should not so different from the reactions to a 7-to-1 stock split of America’s largest company by market capitalization: the former should enunciate decades of multi-national friction as much as it predicates the deliberation of a few singular individuals, while the latter should reflect an organizational system facilitating the productivity of Apple’s 80,300 full-time employees as much as it reminds us of the original brilliance of Jobs and Woz. Elliot Rodger’s name rings with fury through our ears, seeping into the most sensitive cortexes our minds, yet we relegate patching the ineffectiveness of our current system of arms control and psychological misidentification to prevent such cases. We’re convinced we can guess Edward Snowden’s exact location, but we don’t comprehend the nuances of the NSA’s privacy divulging intents.

We play hero ball. I play hero ball. Moreover, we thoroughly dissect the personas of the most egregious villains who direly threaten the advancement of society insofar as these crooks become almost as well-known as our heroes, just in the opposite light.

After “The Decision,” and even following two consecutive championships, LeBron still rests somewhere along that sliding scale ascending from villainy to superhero, with our individual opinions of him varying indirectly with our geographical proximity to Miami. We’ve held opinions of the most publically scrutinized player in the history of the game, but had Coach Pop’s team not elevated their performance from last year’s finals, we perhaps would have forgotten about the most recent dynasty of an NBA team. That’s why the Spurs’ game five victory last night was a favor for all of us.

The (once dubbed) most boring team in one of the NBA’s smallest markets is mutilating the up-tempo, salary cap over-driven, most scrutinized ever two-time defending champions. The most robust and extraordinarily refined basketball system in a long time stands as a referendum for an insurgency of team basketball: using Boris Diaw to whip assists behind the back of Chris Bosh, allowing Tiago Splitter enough space to finish (yeah, you saw it too) dunks over DWade, enabling Patty Mills (who?) to sink 24 foot jumpers over the outstretched limbs of the historical leader in three-point field goal makes, and supercharging 22 year-old Kawhi Leonard to shine brighter than even Mr. James on the highest stage of basketball in the world. San Antonio’s system is reminding us all that no one can go at it alone.

I’m a self-admitted band-wagonner, but how can anyone not appreciate what’s happening in professional basketball right now? Here I am—ready, capable, ambitious—but I’m not really doing anything on my own. I never will be. I’m functioning within a larger system, and I must not forget that. I can saw against the metaphorical grain as long as want, but someday I’ll either need to rethink my direction or reinvent the grain to follow my convictions. Because that’s what it’s about. Making a dent in the universe through individualism, but also acknowledging my relative powerlessness without any form of external synergy. The San Antonio Spurs only represent a proxy in a much larger realization. A nation, individual, or company focusing on a well-lubricated, well-managed system succeeds. And the Spurs’ utter dominance is just another iconic reminder as to why hero ball eventually comes up short. Right, Mark Jackson?

Man, I love this game.

 

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Northwestern and Unionizing College Athletes

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Northwestern and Unionizing College Athletes

Throughout much of the early part of 2014, my alma mater has drawn headlines across the collegiate sports landscape for its push toward the unionization of college athletes. Former quarterback Kain Colter became the unofficial leader of this move by Northwestern athletes, validated by Chicago’s National Labor Relations Board, to officially recognize their status as employees of the university.

Northwestern has fought back. From former president Henry Bienen to head football coach Pat Fitzgerald, the authority figures at Northwestern University encouraged football players to vote against unionization on the April 25th vote. (The results will not be made public for some time.)

There are numerous serious questions at hand here. On one side, yes, it’s clearly unfair that athletes spend far more than the 20-hour per week maximum set forth by the NCAA and risk—and often suffer—life altering injuries all while generating enormous revenue for a university and are compensated with only a scholarship.

Now, at Northwestern and peer schools like Stanford and Duke, a full scholarship is worth around $60,000 annually. That’s no small amount of money. But what about future medical bills and medical conditions that result from injuries suffered as a collegiate athlete? Especially with the recent publicity of the long-term effects of concussions, this is a very real, very scary situation—especially for football players. Apparel companies make serious cash through jersey sales, always bearing the number of a few star players from that years’ team (everything but the name), but that player sees no profit from any and all uses of his (sometimes her, but still usually his) likeness.

My last parenthetical reference brings up problems from the other side. If compensation for athletes is tied to the revenue they bring in, what happens to the non-revenue sports? At present, men’s football dominates the money scene, with men’s basketball, the only real competitor, a distant second. What happens to women’s lacrosse, which is the primary sport of which NU alumni can be truly proud? What happens to the wrestling program? The tennis teams? Most women’s sports? Title IX, passed in 1972, was a triumph for the women’s rights movement and applies in NCAA athletics by requiring equal resources and scholarship money to be distributed among men and women. The gains in equality here would be put to the test if compensation for college athletes becomes tied to the revenue they bring to the school. Henry Bienen even suggested that places like Northwestern might cease to fund college athletics.

Northwestern Athletic Director Jim Phillips recently shared his opinions with ESPN’s Adam Rittenberg, a classmate of mine and fellow Wildcat, on the problems that have been exposed through the Colter-led union push as well as on the unionization of college athletes. I’ll write more about this pressure from authority figures not to rock the boat in the future, but Phillips at least recognizes the issues illuminated and agrees that changes must be made. I don’t know of a clear answer here, but what I do know is that Colter’s movement has opened eyes to serious problems in the NCAA’s current mode of operation, and I’m proud that Northwestern is the place where this movement began.

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A First for Yale and Me

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by Jessica

A First for Yale and Me

I just finished my first year of college. Or, more accurately put, freshman year was done with me and ran out just under my nose. But it’s okay that we didn’t cross the end line simultaneously. The important consoling factor is that I had arrived at Yale at the right time.

How many Yale alumni can say they were fortunate enough to witness the turnover of the university presidency? Not many. After all, Yale has had only twenty-three different presidents. How many can say that they were freshmen in Yale College when the president was a freshman in his office? Even fewer. When it comes to schools, there is usually a gap between the administration and student body, but I feel a certain connection to President Salovey just by the mere fact that we navigated our new positions at Yale together. The festive atmosphere of the inaugural weekend—complete with a ceremony, ball, parade, and block party—endeared the occasion even more. There is hardly a better way to celebrate than with free t-shirts, water bottles, cotton candy, ice cream, cupcakes, and a live performance of the president’s bluegrass band.

This year marks large steps for subcategories of students within the greater Yale body, especially the Asian American community. The first ever Yale Asian Alumni Reunion (YAAR) finally happened in April 2014, succeeding after a failed first attempt in 2008. More than two hundred alumni convened at their alma mater, reconnected with each other, and attended keynotes by PepsiCo CEO Indra Nooyi, Former US-China Ambassador Gary Locke, and award-winning playwright David Henry Hwang. This was also the first year that Yale’s Asian American Cultural Center (AACC), the largest of the four cultural houses, regained its own physical space. Since the Native American Cultural Center (NACC) was founded, it has shared half of the AACC building…until this year. The new NACC building is just a few steps away from the AACC building and boasts a serene sun room with a skylight and chic stools for lounging and drumming. I served as Freshman Liaison on the AACC staff this year, and I was very happy to embrace the wholeness of the center on its own. It didn’t matter to me that the AACC wasn’t renovated; I was happy enough having an entire house dedicated to the Asian American community. The sense of belonging I derived from that became a main driving force in the effort I put into my work. Next year, my co-liaison and I will become the Head Coordinators of the center. It’s a surprising jump from the lowest rung of the ladder to the top, one that hasn’t really happened before, so I’m very honored and humbled to have been chosen to take on the managerial job.

Speaking of new buildings, this was the year that Yale received a donation of $250 million, its largest in history. The money is being used to construct two new residential colleges, conveniently located halfway up Yale’s “science hill” to accommodate this year’s record high number of matriculating science majors. Once the colleges open, 800 additional students will soon be able to enjoy the same life-changing experiences (minus the inaugural glamour).

But the first that makes me happiest is Yale’s introduction of the Education Studies Scholars Program and my acceptance into it. Before applying to Yale, I had worried about the university’s lack of an Education major or any minor programs. The Ed Studies Scholars Program is basically a pseudo education minor program. This is its launching year, so freshmen, sophomores, and juniors may apply for admission into their grade’s cohort of scholars, who design their own curriculum in education studies, which will culminate in a senior seminar. If you ask me, the program couldn’t have commenced at more perfect time.

The first year in college is a universal package deal that comes with a host of firsts for everybody. It’s easy to get wrapped up in my own circumstances: my first time leaving home and my first time being away from my family for more than two weeks. It’s easy to forget that Yale had many firsts of its own this year, too. But it’s so worthwhile to remember how lucky I was to have come just in time to share in them.

 

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