Posts Tagged ‘Naomi Sharp’

Opinion | Dec. 11 4:30 pm EST

Things fall apart: a night in Butler

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Let me get one thing out of the way: I like Butler.

And I don’t mean “It’s the only reason I haven’t flunked out of college, so I suppose that would mean I like it” like it. I actually like Butler—its high-ceilinged, dim-lit, academic sort of majesty, the quiet, the community of hundreds of caffeinated college students shuffling through papers together.

But I think anyone who frequents Butler knows what I mean when I say that there’s a point in a Butler night where things start to fall apart. It’s the fourth, maybe the fifth hour—you’ve clacked through a few pages of your paper and are pretty sure you can finish a problem set before 2 a.m. hits. And then you start to feel a little weird. More »


Opinion | Dec. 10 11:24 pm EST

Thoughts on the semester

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For this week’s Quick and Dirty, we asked our bloggers to reflect briefly on the semester.

Emily: I’m withholding all reflection on the semester until after finals are over, at which point I will become either infinitely more or exponentially less positive about the past fourteen weeks than I am at this moment.

Will: I practically stumbled into Professor Mikael Hornqvist’s Liberty & Empire by accident, but I can think of no other class this semester that was more fulfilling. What’s better than being taught by an expert on Machiavelli?

Naomi: I got a little older, a little wiser, and a lot more familiar with Butler.

Well the days were long
But the weeks went by too fast
Same as always, yo.


Opinion | Dec. 4 3:15 pm EST

An open thank you to the Columbia ID Center

No CU ID? No fun in Butler. wallyg/flickr

There are many great things about Columbia, but practical and easy-to-navigate student services aren’t always a shining example of one of them.

That’s why it took me almost two weeks to muster up the fortitude to take my broken Columbia ID to Kent. Kent is home to the ID Center, a place which, among other things, functions as a sort of ID hospital where students can bring cards in need of repair.

Mine needed fixing badly. In an incident involving a front shirt pocket, burpees, and poor troubleshooting on my part, the card had cracked almost perfectly down the middle. More »


Opinion | Nov. 17 12:48 am EST

Class conflict

Like this cat, I am unamused. cykocurt / flickr

I haven’t even begun to sign up for classes, and I already have a scheduling conflict.

In an event that I probably should have foreseen given my fraught relationship with luck, my registration appointment happens to be at the same time as my Romantic Poetry class tomorrow morning.

I’m sure a lot you share this problem. Not necessarily that your registration slot is in the middle of your Romantic Poetry class too (if it is, I’d be happy to exchange sympathetic glances during tomorrow’s lecture), but that it somehow conflicts with your schedule for the day. More »


Opinion | Nov. 10 11:34 am EST

Awkward alternatives to stapling


What’s the one school supply too many Columbia students lack? A stapler. Unfortunately, the number of working staplers on campus available for public use is, give or take a few, three. If you aren’t lucky enough to find one of them before class, it’s time to try an awkward and demoralizing alternative to stapling.

1. Tape

Affixing your papers with scotch tape is a charming way to remind your section leader that you don’t take life too seriously. An elegant panacea to all academic problems, nothing says “I-combine-intellectual-fortitude-with-the-refreshing-whimsy-of-a-kindergartener” with quite the same panache. Write your headings in bubble letters too, just to be extra endearing.

If you’re not adorable enough to pull this off, just let your section leader know that you’re taping your homework ironically. More »


Opinion | Nov. 2 7:31 pm EST

Fall break famine

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You can almost hear the collective sigh of relief across campus as fall break draws tantalizingly nearer. We could all use a breather. A break from class. A break from waking up much too early or staying up much too late. A break from midterms—for now, anyway. But a break from food? Probably not what most of us have in mind.

Nevertheless, the people who stay on campus will be getting one. Columbia’s dining halls will not be open during fall break: John Jay closes at 8 p.m. on Thursday and Ferris shuts its doors after 3 p.m. on Friday. And you can drink your fill of shamrock shakes at JJ’s Place until 1 a.m. on Friday, but after that you’re on your own. More »


Opinion | Oct. 30 12:20 pm EST

What is snow? (A guide for the uninitiated)

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We all have those friends. Those friends who woke up yesterday morning and said, “Golly! Could this curious white substance perchance be snow? I’m from Texas/India/insert humid Republican state here and I’ve never seen snow before/saw snow once ten years ago/thought snow was a liberal media hoax!”

Don’t let them wallow in ignorance. Give them this guide.

What is snow?

Snow (or “dandruff of the angels,” as it should be nicknamed) is defined by Merriam-Webster, as “precipitation in the form of small white ice crystals formed directly from the water vapor of the air at a temperature of less than 32°F (0°C).”

How should I interact with it?

Approach it slowly, maintaining eye contact, and bow. If it bows back, you can—oh wait, that’s a hippogriff. More »


Opinion | Oct. 28 11:31 am EST

Playing the part

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For this week’s Quick and Dirty, opinion bloggers reveal their dress-up plans for Halloween.

Naomi: Candy corn—yellow pants, orange shirt, white hat.

Will Holt: When in doubt: Hunter S. Thompson.

Caroline: I may or may not have purchased an adult footie pajama set with paw gloves and a pin on the tail to look like Max from Where The Wild Things Are. Costume that doubles as pajamas = WIN.

Emily: In my senior year of high school I dressed up as a prep, and everyone told me how much better I looked than usual and asked if I was my sister. In my freshman year of college, I drew whiskers on my face and called myself a cat. Sophomore year, I visited a friend at the University of Texas, and was told that I had to be a Slutty Gypsy (I have since realized that this is offensive to both women and the Roma people). Last year, I went home and sat on my couch. But this year, I’ve got it all figured out. I’m going to be a preppy Slutty Cat sitting on a couch.

Neil: I’m going as Little Pete from The Adventures of Pete & Pete. Which reminds me, does anyone have a Hawaiian shirt I can borrow?


Opinion | Oct. 26 6:52 pm EST

Say something

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Words are not always powerful.

Nothing makes words feel more weak than a reminder of what they can’t describe. I think many people felt that way after hearing about Tian Bu’s death this week. We try to find words that communicate how sorry we are, whether or not we knew her, but all of them are inadequate.

The outpouring of sadness for Tian’s death mingled with another issue we struggle to talk about: mental health on campus. Many people who responded shared their own struggles with depression or unhappiness, and their surprise that other people felt the same way. A similar trend happened in the comment section of this post last year. The comments are anonymous, but they prove beyond doubt that anyone who deals with these problems is by no means alone. More »


Opinion | Oct. 22 3:40 pm EST

AlcoholEdu: I’m not as think as you drunk I am

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Yesterday marked a milestone that absolutely no one has been looking forward to—all the first-years have finally completed their required AlcoholEdu course.

Well, let’s not be optimistic. Probably about 85 percent remembered the second part of the three-month-long program was due on Friday, and the remaining 15 percent will be getting a few passive aggressively-worded emails from Outside the Classrom. More »