The Student Activities Office planned another program for students last weekend.The event was attended by some people. Some probably had a good time, but it is assumed that some did not have a good time.While it should be applauded that they planned an event for students, there were several things wrong with it.First, the program cost money. This money could have gone toward a better program.Second, even though some students said they had a good time, not all students did. Activities should only be planned that entertain everyone and are free.Third, the program lacked alcohol. The SAO should look at what programming other schools put on for their students. If they don’t offer free alcohol, they should.Before, during and after planning a program, the SAO should actively seek student input via a Web site, because that’s the only way to know what students want.Also, they should advertise the free alcohol on the plasma screen.The bottom line is that all-inclusive, free, entertaining alcoholic events are lacking on this campus. Perhaps the Campus Activities Board could expand their budget and form “Alphabet Month,” adding A, B and C-Days on the Saturdays preceding D-Day.
Commencement
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URochester’s annual Senior Week always features a full lineup of celebrations for the graduates leading up to Commencement. The contemporary week-long fun is deeply embedded in the history of URochester culture, even though Senior Week and Commencement traditions have changed dramatically over time. Read More
Campus Times
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As per tradition, “The State of the Campus Times” updates readers on our affairs — the Editor-in-Chief (EIC) and Publisher write this pseudo-column at the start and end of every semester to articulate the struggles and joys found through managing your local student-run newspaper. We also introduce ourselves and our projects, what we hope to achieve during our terms, and we provide progress updates regarding past management’s pursuits. Read More
campus brat
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The first realization of my own age hit me in the months before I started college. I was helping my dad clean the small office he’d occupied in Rush Rhees longer than I’d been alive. The walls of which boasted childhood drawings that my sister and I had crayoned. Even though I was looking at my distant past, I realized I would soon be starting a new page of my future. Read More