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Imagine this: You’re a full-time student balancing school work, social life and a volunteer position. In this position, you can work flexible shifts from any location. You pull out your laptop and clock in; silently, you await the incoming messages. This isn’t a typical volunteer opportunity at a food bank or animal shelter; you have chosen to be a crisis counselor for a Crisis Text Line.
It was my first day of class back on campus after a semester abroad, and it was surreal. Walking down Greene Street, the masses of garnet-and-black-clad students seemed more like an army of drones than my peers.
Picture this: it’s the day of your final exam. You anxiously walk to the Humanities building to get to your class, only to find that both elevators are broken. You’ll probably groan to yourself and head to the dreaded staircase. But then you find that the doors to both staircases are locked. Your exam starts in ten minutes and nobody is around to unlock the doors. What do you do?
I got my first kiss at senior prom. It wasn’t something I planned, instigated, or even expected. It just kind of happened, and when it did, I was relieved. It was the one thing on my high school checklist that I’d never found time in my schedule for, and I could finally walk around without feeling like I was missing out on something.
“The atmosphere is electric,” says Bob Franklin, the CEO of Tin Roof, when I ask him to describe The Senate in his own words.
As a young girl, I often found myself watching reruns of “The Mary Tyler Moore Show” with my mother on our early 2000s new wide-screen, yet still box-like, television my family kept in the living room. Hailing from the 1970s, the show often appeared dated and backwards in all the ways you expect. Still, my mother had her reasons for loving the show: Moore was a woman who chose to leave her fiancé, move out on her own and start a professional career as a single, independent woman. The sentiment at the time was almost unprecedented. As I grew older, I came to learn that Moore was the first woman to wear pants (capris at that, how daring!) on television—giving girls everywhere their first taste of women in professional dress within the media. Men have been represented as professionals within the media since its genesis, while women have just recently made their media debut in professional garb. The expectation for women to understand how to dress professionally still exists, despite many women having little to no guidance. Luckily, modern-day feminists and businesswomen like Naida Rutherford, of Columbia’s own Styled by Naida, are acting as a liaison with women working toward a common goal of closing the gap within the professional realm between women and men.
Some college students ignore politics completely, some feign polite interest when it comes up in casual conversation and some have a broad understanding of the subject. But a small fraction of students and recent graduates are invested enough in politics to willingly sacrifice their time, money and effort to work for a political campaign.
Styled by Caroline Hart and Madalyn Hair || Photographed by Cole Rojahn || Model: Madalyn Hair
At the center of the universe is a North American common house spider.
It is difficult for me to believe that my time here is almost over. As my year long tenure as editor-in-chief comes to a close, I have struggled to reconcile my emotions attached to this publication. When I began at this magazine what seems like forever ago, I had no idea how this organization would impact my experience at this university. Garnet and Black became a space where I was free to create and surround myself with others who were equally passionate about their work. This quarterly, 56-page publication became a home. It is a place where I was free to discuss the way I saw the world and how I felt about it, and for those opinions to be taken seriously and respected.
According to the American College Health Association spring 2017 data report, one in five college students has either anxiety or depression. If we were to apply that statistic to the undergraduate students on the main Columbia campus, about 6,800 students are potentially affected.
What you know about the Honors College depends entirely on who you are. If you’re an Honors Ambassador, tasked with recruiting the incoming freshman class, your conversations overflow with information about the tight-knit community, the teacher-student ratio, the successes of alumni in dozens of fields. If you’re a Capstone student, you roll your eyes at the group of Honors students talking loudly on the Horseshoe about the excruciating 10-minute walk from the Honors dorm to the free printing lab in Harper-Elliott. And if you’re minding your business as an everyman student at USC, you might not think about the Honors College much at all, as busy as you are with your own demanding classes.
“Imagine a world in which every single person on the planet is given free access to the sum of all human knowledge. That’s what we’re doing,” founder of Wikipedia Jimmy Wales said in 2004, just shortly after the online encyclopedia reached over one million articles.
A blonde stands alone outside an aging white house. It’s a grey day, with angry wind that sends the foliage littered across the unkempt yard rustling like petticoats across a tile floor. To her left, a paint-chipped porch swing moans from the ends of two rusty chains. To her right, a flowerbed of long-dead bushes that reach out onto the brick path like fingers. She makes her way up an old staircase to the front porch, each wooden step growling like a stray tomcat under her weight. She peels back the screen door and knocks twice, but there’s no answer. She turns the knob and it’s unlocked. She hesitates, then goes inside. It sounds like a bad scene description from an even worse horror movie, but it’s actually just how I decided to spend my Thursday afternoon: with a visit to the C.S. Lewis Center.
It’s 2018, and we have found ourselves in a revolution of gender equality. No longer are women allowing a blind eye to be turned to the men who grope them on the subways or the coworkers who “harmlessly” make passes at them too many times for comfort. Celebrities once beloved by many are having to reckon with the consequences of their past indiscretions, and their fans are having to reckon with the trauma of losing yet another fallen star in disgrace. And while this most recent revolution started out in the hands of the rich and famous, they have consequently opened up a space for many women to feel courageous and safe enough to share their stories and voice their complaints as well. It turns out — although this likely won’t come as a shock to many — that these goings-on aren’t just limited to the star-studded Hollywood streets; they are pervasive throughout endless industries and workplaces. So as us fellow college students and recent graduates are searching for jobs and entering the workforce, how can we begin our professional careers while ensuring that we are being treated equally and appropriately?
THE BEGINNING OF A YEAR is always the worst for me. The pressure of another 365 days feels almost punishing. I find myself worrying about what is to come, desperately attempting to mold my future into what I want it to be. Instead of focusing on the anxiety the future brings to myself and many of us, I have found emotional reconciliation in reflecting on the past.
Let's get something straight: Pita Pit is not a viable “drunk food” option. If the meal is something you would order two lunches in a row without an ounce of remorse, it does not suit the glorious carb and cheese covered category that satisfies an alcohol filled stomach. Some of you may have the right idea. “Ah, yes,” you say, “She’s talking about the borderline state fair options available in Columbia around 1:30 in the morning.”
One second I was playing Candy Crush and scanning my boarding pass for my flight back from winter break. Next thing I know, my screen was a pale, dead, glowing white, taunting me while I tried not to cry, desperately trying to buy plane WiFi to send panicked messages to my parents on my laptop.
When people think of a library, the image often evoked is not a positive one. For most, the word “library” is a synonym for dusty shelves, pissed librarians, and stuffy corners where the computers don’t ever quite work right. However, libraries across America—including our own Richland Library—are actively flipping the script by redefining what it means to not only be a library, but a community hub and one of the last free public spaces for many to enjoy.
Today, politics seems to be at the topic of every headline, dinner conservation, and tweet. In the final installment of While I Have the Floor, two USC students who sit on opposite ends of the political spectrum—no, not Republicans and Democrats— discuss political participation. Miles Joyner, a politically active student and LGBTQ+ advocate, and Payne Skersick, an informed yet politically inactive student, discussed their motivations for their respective levels of political activism.