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AFTER THE CIVIL WAR, Joseph and John LeConte left South Carolina College for California. They were outraged with the newly enforced laws of the post-Civil War state legislature that allowed newly freed slaves to attend the university. Today, their name adorns the math and statistics building.
Shayla Flores was eleven when she moved to Chapin, South Carolina. Nine years later, she ran for mayor. After a childhood of frequent moves as the daughter of two members of the Army, she thinks of Chapin as her “first home.”
I guess to start off this blog, I should introduce myself. My name is Abby Beauregard, I’m a sophomore and majoring in geography, economics, and hopefully environmental studies. I think I’m really funny on Twitter, I’m in love with the Crown Prince of Jordan, and I once got groped by Bill Clinton at a party. I used to be a business major but then Trump got elected and I realized I needed to do something that actively encouraged public service. So, I did a brief stint as a global studies major before realizing Arabic is hard and a career in public service would probably cause me to have way too many mental breakdowns than I can handle (and, for the record, my mental breakdown tolerance is fairly high). So here I am.
I lost my keys in the river and lost
The feeling of being lost is not uncommon for college students. The confusion, disorientation and vulnerability of a new environment seem to be common factors among those entering a new phase in life. Being in a new environment can be daunting, but through a newfound isolation, we find our own sense of self-expression. Style has become a means by which we overcome those confusing landscapes and take control of a setting that might not feel right just yet. This shoot aimed to mimic this sense of displacement and emotion, manifesting itself in rich fabrics and heavy layers — something like a seasonal armor. The rich textures give us something substantial to work with, arming us with confidence to adapt to the turn of the season and change in life. The vintage pieces being styled with modern pieces created a physical analysis of a timeless sense of vulnerability and resistance. This vulnerability comes from a sense of being lost coupled with a need to fight back and resist the overwhelming notion of not fitting in. There has been a cultural shift from when some of the clothes were made, obviously, but their messages and stories remain the same, arming us with whatever we may need, to adapt, push forward and find a sense of peace and belonging.
When we began working on our winter issue, I knew that I had three specific goals.
Making a return for its second year, Cockstock provided students with a free concert featuring renowned rapper 21 Savage. Although almost an hour late due to airline difficulties, 21 Savage greeted attendees with a set packed with chart toppers.
In this review, I have to tackle one of the greatest challenges any creative person must face, Shakespeare. The playwright gets touted as the most important writer in the English language. Going in, I knew Shakespeare's verse was going to be a challenge in comprehension and I hoped I wouldn’t get lost. Good thing this production of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, directed by Louis Butelli, helps the viewer understand its story through its use of expressive acting, music and modern production tools.
Today, I take a moment of silence in the middle of the crowded bridge over Pickens Street to mourn the coffee now spilled because you bumped into my backpack while speeding past. You wouldn’t know about this tragedy, since the symphony of a flying vanilla latte took place in the air already far behind you.
When I hear the term research, I generally think of the endless realms of discovery found within different areas of study — general studies, psychological and social. But if I am being completely honest, I often overlook the fact that research has to be conducted by somebody. We are surrounded daily by people who have a passion for research and discovery, and who apply themselves daily to the hard process involved within research. Yes, even people right here on our own campus.
“Ten.” A dozen or so voices. Digits appear on either side of the room, on screens like scoreboards. Glances flicker between the number and me. Why should they be nervous, with a wall of glass three inches thick between us? I’ve been in a drug-induced paralysis since last night — standard procedure just in case one of us panics. That’s understandable too, although it never occurred to me.
At the genesis of your adult life, you are expected to have years of experience, a relevant degree and a triple backflip in your back pocket to get a job — the simplistic days of the latte-delivering, a**-kissing intern are long gone. Students at the University of South Carolina are no strangers to this reality as increasingly more majors require at least one internship to graduate. This leaves students no choice but to don their baby adult button-downs and begin their occupational journey.
When you’re waist-deep in the unending swampland known as the end of the semester — harbinger of exams, papers, presentations, and God forbid, group projects — one of the most efficient and cathartic ways to reduce stress is complaining. We all do it (especially when we have too much homework to fit in yoga.) And often, a myriad of topics come immediately to the minds of overworked, under-rested students. For example, Columbia parking. Professor’s unrealistic expectations. How the Russell House bathroom is always closed for cleaning right when you stop by for sushi. That’s not just me, right?
Listen, I know my audience. I know my supporters are few and far between; maybe I’ll even get a little hate mail. But that won’t stop me — indeed, I doubt anything could dissuade me — from understanding that basketball is implicitly more fun to watch than football.
Four years ago, I read Jonathan Safran Foer’s “Eating Animals.” The descriptions of factory farming were enough to get me to stop eating chicken — until my mom made chicken for dinner later that week, at least. While my foray into sustainable eating was remarkably short-lived, an increasing number of Americans are being drawn to the strictest of the meat-free diets: veganism.
There were a lot of things I didn’t know as an incoming freshman. Where to buy trendy clothes on a budget? No idea. The best brunch spots for a record-topping Instagram? (Does IHOP count?) Or what is game day really like in the SEC? Thinking back, all of those uncertainties didn’t matter, because just like most things in college, I eventually figured it out.
When I began my college experience at USC, I thought white people (or any nonblack person) would know not to say the N-word, or at least realize that there is a social stigma with saying it. But, no. Many students believe it is OK to say it because we have 21 Savage or Rae Sremmurd performing at homecoming and the N-word is in their lyrics. NEWSFLASH! Those artists are black, and it’s not disrespectful when they repeat it.
For student artists, college can seem to be paradise of opportunity. Easy access to studios, master classes, college-provided performance opportunities and other benefits create in the environment of USC and other colleges the ultimate hideaway for nurturing the newborn careers of young artists.
As the United States is growing larger and larger, many people would believe that this influx of diversity would bring to a lot of change within the educational systems to meet the needs of all its students. Every year, many students are excited when Christmas rolls around and they have the opportunity to have a few days set aside to really enjoy their religious holiday. But have you ever thought about what students of other faiths have to do when their religious day of observance comes around?