Life and Style

A freshman doesn’t forget that first visit to the dining hall. That walk down the stairs, the friendly greeting from a student worker, and then, there it is: a cornucopia of cuisine.

As the air begins to get colder and the sun struggles to make itself seen, it would appear the students at Ithaca College are ready for autumn weather. The girls walk around with their flowing shirts & skinny jeans, and the boys don sweaters over their t-shirts.

BY PETER BLANCHARD

I hold the burden of privilege

A seed my white ancestors planted
What do I know about the ghetto?
The struggles of so many cannot be seen out my window

I come from the land of dairy farms and green meadows

Where racist white God-fearing Christians roam free

And Fox News rules the TV
Is this what our forefathers dreamed?


Remember freshman year, when you used a spiral-bound notebook to scribble down everything your Intro to Whatever professor rattled off? Remember high school, when you only had a flimsy little planner? Remember middle school, when looking up a word meant finding your parents’ giant tome of a dictionary? No more: The iPad says those days are as ancient as those civilizations you’re studying.