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Growing up poor in school
Of course, learning to act normal (as a student in my FYS refers to those of middle class pedigrees) takes a toll. When I was little, I was ashamed of my food stamps and Goodwill clothing. But after years of teachers taking off points for school supplies that arrived late, my heart has admittedly turned…
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Students stretching across divides
This summer I took part in the Wooster In Presidential Elections class, through which I had the opportunity to travel to Cleveland and Philadelphia for both the Republican and Democratic National Conventions. I was able to expand my viewpoints, have them challenged, and got to really explore opposing opinions in a way that I had…
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We have more power than we know
I sometimes joke that my freshman year at The College of Wooster was my “experimenting with engagement” year. My year proved to be hectic yet incredibly fulfilling due to my involvement on campus. The only problem with this story is that it is a unique one. So many students on this campus fail to see…
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Small clubs need support
One day last May, the head editors of The Goliard gathered all of us who had worked on that year’s issue together for one more meeting. They then informed us that due to budget cuts (and their negligence) The Goliard was underfunded and could not print an issue that year. They explained that the College…
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Student-administrator communication
K(no)w is The College of Wooster’s student-run sexual respect and anti-rape culture advocacy group on campus. Formally, we host various sex positive and consent programming. Last year, this included Sex Week, Sex Ed Week, Ten Points of Light, Take Back the Night and a screening of The Hunting Ground. Informally, we communicate with administrators about…
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Wooster is weird and frustrating — but unique
With just a couple more weeks remaining in the semester, I’ve begun to do a lot of reflecting on my experience here at the College. There are a lot of things I wish I could have done and said, but unfortunately there just isn’t enough time. Still, I can’t leave here without passing along just…