Posts Tagged ‘swipe access’

Spectrum | Dec. 16 1:11 am EST
The One Eleven

Taking on finals in style

It’s late. You’re up. Everyone’s up—it’s the night before the first final. Don’t be the last one up, because there’s nothing worse than refreshing Facebook at 4 a.m. only to find your news feed hasn’t been updated in an hour. (Instead, you can procrastinate by reading our Orgo Night liveblog.) More »


Spectrum | Oct. 8 7:21 pm EST
More time to Rage

New swipe system at East Campus might get you laid

Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

As we were swiping into EC on this lonely, balmy evening, we were about to leave our Barnard friend at the door rather than sign her in. After all, we had no energy left after a day of Super Smash Brothers and White Russians. How could she expect us to know the current time, let alone write it down for her?

It was thanks to the security guard that our eyes opened to a revolutionary change to the guest sign-in system at East Campus. The guard now simply swipes the EC resident’s ID card, and then swipes the Barnard student’s ID card, and everything is gravy! It’s incredibly streamlined, so finally, EC no longer relies on the same sign-in system used at most Amish villages. As far as we know, at the moment, it only works for Columbia students signing in Barnard students. Regardless, rejoice!


Opinion | Sep. 24 11:40 am EST
BLOSSER

Forever a guest

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More or less, this (<–click!) is how I feel when I have to be signed into a friend’s dorm.

OK, in all seriousness, being signed in is often humiliating.  I’m basically being told that I have neither the authority nor the legitimacy to enter by my accord. What’s more, I have to stand there with an invisible scarlet BC on my forehead, as I endure the not-so-infrequent judgment of a few CC/SEAS students who desperately need me to know that I’m apparently dumber than them, or just inferior in general. In short, standing there waiting to be signed in, I feel either like a call girl or a reject (or Princess Leia as Jabba’s prisoner). Basically, like a second rate citizen, on a campus where I’m told that I belong, but I’m shown that I’m a guest. More »