OP-ED: Dear Freshmen, that Twenty-Person O-Week Friend Group is Much Cooler Than You and If You Don’t Have Best Friends Yet, Just Give Up Trying

RUTH BADER GINSBURG HALL—Freshies, the first week of college is tough—college-living is a huge transition! If you’re feeling worried about the multitude of first-year frights—homesickness, courseload, dining hall food—you should probably add yet another anxiety to that list: the fact that you don’t have any friends while every single person around you has already found…

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OP-ED: Graduate Students are Hypocrites for Expecting Better Treatment than Livestock Despite Congregating in the Big Red Barn (by President Martha Pollack)

As the 14th president of Cornell University, it is my responsibility to ensure the well-being of the more than 20,000 students who study, work, and live in Ithaca. To that effect, my administration has made tremendous strides towards improving the student experience; from somewhat reducing the amount of asbestos in a few buildings to making…

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OP-ED: So, Ryan Lombardi, He’s Kinda Hot, Right? Like Maybe Not a 10, but Definitely a Solid 8 In the Context of This University, Like if I Saw Him Walking Around On Campus I’d Definitely Consider A Date, Obviously With His Enthusiastic Consent and Not While I am Still A Student Because That Would Be Problematic (But That Also Might Take The Magic Out of It A Bit) And…

We Would Be Together (Which Would Get Me A Lot Of Clout With My Friends Because They Respect Authority) And Imagine The Recognition Walking Around The Arts Quad And Some Gov Major Sees Us And Asks “Isn’t That Ryan Lombardi, Vice President Of Student and Campus Life Of Cornell University And Oversees Over 1,200 Staff…

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OP-ED: My Phone Got Smashed And Now Handing In Homework Requires Challenging Janus, Two-Faced God of Doorways, For His Mythical Power to Bypass Canvas 2FA

GOLDWIN SMITH—There are many downsides to being mowed down by a bicycle in the middle of Feeney Way, as I discovered at 8 AM today. Sprawled out on the crosswalk, clutching my new sprained wrist to my chest, I could do nothing but holler obscenities at the fleeing cyclist and mourn the loss of my…

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