A wonderful letter to the editor ran in the DTH today from Tom O’Keefe, a senior economics major. It made basically the same points I tried to make but was unsuccessful at doing earlier:
“The self-importance of those two bodies is not commensurate with either’s power on or positive contributions to campus, and until the groups start moving mountains themselves, perhaps they ought not to overstate their own importance or Seth Dearmin’s failures.”
The way Seth has been crucified in the paper and by this vote of no confidence feels like a witch hunt.
“Given that the Board of Trustees long ago decided to raise tuition … the people who expected him to stop increases were indulging in extremely wishful thinking.”
That echoes my argument about how Seth has no actual power. But this was my favorite by far:
“… many students support the unpretentious, down-to-earth approach Seth has taken to his responsibilities as student body president.”
This is in reference to Seth supporting tuition and goes back to my “don’t we look like selfish twentysomethings by opposing the hikes?” argument. Tuition increases make sense if they are going to legitimate causes, and if paying teaching assistants more will ensure that we keep getting the best and brightest TAs in every classroom, then that sounds like something sound for us to be investing in. This isn’t anything like the waste of money the green energy project in Morrison is (or will be).
and now for something completely different.
UNC lost to dook tonight. It was a hard-fought game. When Reyshawn hit that three pointer that pulled us to within three, I thought then that we’d do it. When people started filing out when we were down 7 with less than a minute left, I was angry. We’re getting better every game, and we gave one of the best teams in the nation a serious run for its money. JJ Redick is disgusting–those off-balance three pointers were ridiculous. He sold his soul to the devil for that jumper, and I think we all know who go the better deal.
Ian Williams’ column ran again in the DTH. I’ll leave you with my favorite part:
“I hate Duke with an infernal passion undying. I hate every leaf of every tree on that sickening campus. I hate every fake cherub Gothic piece of crap that litters the buildings like hemorrhoidal testaments to imagined superiority. When I see those Dookie boneheads shoe-polishing their faces navy blue on television, squandering their parents’ money with their fratty elitist bad sportsmanship antics and Saab stories, I want to puke all over Durham.”