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Shooting survivor talks benefits of counseling

Gaur ’21 appears on Ellen show after viral ‘Jeopardy!’ response

Lisa Hamp shares personal road to coping with PTSD, eating disorder

Dhruv Gaur ’21 paid tribute to ‘Jeopardy!’ host Alex Trebek during semifinal round

BY SPENCER SCHULTZ SENIOR STAFF WRITER On the morning of April 16, 2007, Lisa

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Hamp was in a computer class at Norris Hall on the campus of Virginia Tech when a gunman entered the building.

Eleven minutes later, 33 people were dead.

“It happened so fast, but the moments really feel like forever,” Hamp said.

Hamp and her classmates survived after they barricaded their classroom door — which did not have a lock — with desks and chairs. They pushed the furniture against the entrance while the shooter tried to break through the door. This continued until the police stormed Norris Hall and the shooter took his own life.

Though the event left Hamp physically unharmed, she says that emotional wounds have persisted for over a decade. “On April 16, 2007, the shooting was over. But what I realized was that this day was the beginning of

In the semifinals of the “Jeopardy!”

Tournament of Champions Nov. 11, contestant Dhruv Gaur ’21 may have left with only five dollars in his pocket, but he garnered nationwide appreciation for his Final Jeopardy answer.

Gaur’s answer, “What is, We love you, Alex!” paid tribute to host Alex Trebek, who had just announced he would be returning to treatment for his pancreatic cancer. Gaur’s response sparked a top-trending hashtag on twitter and brought Gaur to the stage of the Ellen Show for yesterday’s episode.

Gaur faced off against Emma Boettcher and Kyle Jones in Monday’s “Jeopardy!” episode, and by the time the Final Jeopardy question rolled around, he had $2,000 on the board. “The semifinals weren’t really my day,” Gaur said of his performance when speaking to The Herald. But Gaur won over Twitter’s

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On April 16, 2007, Lisa Hamp survived a shooting on the campus of Virginia Tech that left 33 people dead. a very long recovery,” she said.

Hamp shared her experience of living with mental illness and post-traumatic stress disorder as well as the benefits of seeking counseling at an event hosted by Brown Active Minds last night. Hamp is now an advocate for Active Minds, a national nonprofit that supports mental health advocacy and education, said Molly Lavin ’21, the vice president of Active Minds.

Within 24 hours of the Virginia Tech shooting, Hamp was bombarded with police interviews, candlelight vigils and national media attention.

Hamp said that talking about her ex-

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perience with the police “felt good, but (it) burnt me out.”

After the shooting, Hamp did not consistently seek out counseling to understand her trauma. Hamp said she created a hierarchy of pain in her head, placing those who lost loved ones at the top, followed by the physically wounded. Hamp rationalized that she did not deserve resources or mental health help, since she thought that other individuals had experienced more pain than her.

Instead of turning to professional

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heart when he used his last question to send love to Trebek.

When he realized that he didn’t have a feasible chance of winning, Gaur decided to use the final question to send out his heartfelt message, along with a bet of $1,995. “We could really tell it was tough for (Trebek),” and “obviously I wasn’t going to win the game … so I was like, I could try to figure out the right answer, or I could do something for this person who might need it right now,” Gaur said during his appearance on Ellen.

But Gaur did not fully anticipate that Trebek would react by choking up on national television. Trebek is a “super professional, super composed person on TV,” Gaur told The Herald. While appearing on Ellen, Gaur said he only realized that his response was trending online when his mother reached out. He had anticipated that everyone would only see him lose, so he was “completely shocked” by the positive reactions . “I definitely did not expect everyone to pick up on it on social media,” he said to The Herald. “The world really values that, which I didn’t expect,” Gaur

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SPORTS

BrownConnect celebrates Orange ’23 stars for women’s swimming five-year anniversary First-year wins three Initiative increases LINK, UTRA award stipends beginning summer of 2020

BY THOMAS PATTI STAFF WRITER For two hours on Thursday, the CareerLAB found itself at the center of Brown’s party scene, as attendees poured into 167 Angell St. to celebrate the five-year anniversary of BrownConnect — an initiative that provides students with internships, funding opportunities and alumni connections.

Inside the party, red and white balloons cluttered the space. A photo booth gave students the opportunity to pose in front of gold streamers with their choice of an Instagram border cutout, birthday hats and signs. In the far corner of the room, students signed the edges of a large poster bearing a giant red number five with a candle on top.

“I’m thrilled with (our success),” said Aixa Kidd, director of BrownConnect and deputy director of CareerLAB. “We have a strong alumni and parent

community that is really engaged with our students and . . . wants to be a part of their growth.”

BrownConnect launched in 2014 as part of President Christina Paxson’s P’19 initiative to increase student access to both quality internships and the Brown alum network. In the 2018-19 academic year, 23,175 students and alums used the website, according to BrownConnect’s 2018-19 report.

In its five-year existence, 3,227 students have received a total of $3.2 million from summer awards — including Linking Internship and Knowledge Awards and Undergraduate Teaching and Research Awards, both of which fund low-paid or unpaid internships and research projects.

And in 2020, these stipends will increase — LINK and UTRA award recipients will receive at least $4,000 for domestic opportunities and $5,500 for international opportunities, up from $3,500 and $5,000, respectively, according to Matthew Donato, director of CareerLAB. Before BrownConnect was

races in first collegiate meet, dominates in freestyle

BY RYAN HANDEL SENIOR STAFF WRITER Audrey Orange ’23 got off to a blazing start in the first swim meet of her collegiate career, winning two individual races and one relay. Though Brown was defeated by Yale 173-127, Orange won the 200 meter race in just 1:51.27 and finished the 500 meters in 4:56.88. Orange, who attended The Chapin School in New York City, was also a member of the winning 400 meter freestyle relay team, which earned a time of 3:23.99.

For her stellar performance in the season opener Saturday, Orange has been named The Herald’s Athlete of the Week.

Herald: What has been the key to your great start to the season?

Orange: Keeping everything in

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Orange ’23 posted the 19th-best 500 meter freestyle time in Brown history, and the 24th-best time in the 200 meter freestyle.

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AOTW FROM PAGE 1 perspective has really helped me. It is so easy to allow yourself to become overwhelmed when you are dropped into a new environment. I push myself in practice so that I will be able to look back over the season at championships and be confident in the fact that I tried my hardest.

How has the transition been from high school swimming to college competition, and what are the main differences?

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The transition has gone pretty smoothly thanks to the coaches and my super supportive teammates. I would say the biggest difference is how close the swim and dive team is and how positive the team culture is.

Despite Brown losing to Yale, the younger swimmers on your team performed very well, especially the first years. How do you feel about the potential of the Bears?

I really believe Brown women’s swim and dive is heading places — that is a big part of the reason (why) I

chose Brown. The team is full of hard workers, and we all do a good job of pushing each other in practice. Brown has been steadily improving in the past few years, and I believe with the leadership of our upperclassmen we can continue that upward trend.

and celebrate each others’ successes as our own.

What’s your favorite race and why?

My favorite race is probably the 200 (meter) freestyle. It’s a complicated race, and I learn something new about it each time I swim it.

How do you and your teammates help each other improve despite swimming being mainly an individual sport?

We know each other’s goals and hold one another accountable. We cheer each other on during practice

Are there any professional swimmers or other athletes that you look up to?

Maya DiRado. Her 200 (meter) backstroke at (the 2016 Rio Olympics) was very inspiring.

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What are your goals for the remainder of this season?

My goal for the remainder of the season is to continue working my hardest. I would love to drop some time in my events, but that will only come as a result of hard work in practice.

The Bears will next compete when they head to Philadelphia to face Penn Saturday.

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Soham Kale ’21 and Sheril Varghese ’21, friends of Gaur’s, watched the “Jeopardy!” semifinals and his appearance on Ellen. “It took me a second to realize what had just happened,” Kale said about the Final Jeopardy response. “I think I told him like, you may not have won, but you really won it … It seemed like it really meant a lot to (Trebek).”

“It is just surreal … that he basically gave Ellen a half hug, and he got a $25,000 check for pancreatic cancer,” Varghese said, watching the Ellen episode last night with Gaur. That “three minutes, 40 seconds kind of blew our mind,” she added.

Later the night that the “Jeopardy!” episode aired, a NBC representative contacted Gaur and invited him to appear on the Ellen Show the following day. The experience “was completely surreal,” Gaur said. “I still think I haven’t entirely processed that I flew to LA, went on the show, talked to Ellen … and that I just came back home and went to class the next day.”

On the Ellen Show, Gaur described how he dedicated some of his earlier “Jeopardy!” winnings to his college tuition and treated his friends to a meal.

Gaur left the show with a $25,000 check from Shutterfly made out to the Lustgarten Foundation for Pancreatic Cancer Research, as well as a 75” TV. Gaur and the other contestants are planning to show their support for the Lustgarten Foundation by donating a dollar for every question they answer correctly at home during the final round of the tournament, Gaur said on the Ellen Show.

“Looking back, it’s been a really cool, extremely unique journey,” Gaur said of his time on “Jeopardy!” “I learned a lot about what it’s like to have a lot of attention on you for something you did. That’s something I wasn’t really prepared to deal with the first time around,” he said. “Over this past couple weeks, (I’ve) just been really grateful for the number of people who have kind of showed up to support me.”

HAMP FROM PAGE 1 counseling, Hamp said she developed unhealthy patterns of coping with her trauma.

Hamp felt a complete loss of control over her own safety during the shooting, so she developed a “subconscious obsession” with controlling her surroundings afterward. “I looked for the closest thing I could control — the scale,” she said. Hamp used exercise and diet as coping mechanisms, which soon began to consume her daily routine.

Hamp would go to the gym multiple times a day, and eventually the number on the scale began to control her mood, she said.

Around this time, Hamp said that while she was suffering, she still put

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Alex Trebek (left) appeared visibly moved by Dhruv Gaur’s ’21 (right) gesture of support during the Final Jeopardy round in the Tournament of Champions. Gaur’s actions went viral, and a CBS representative invited him to appear on the Ellen Show.

on an outward show of strength and normalcy as she began graduate school at George Mason University and Johns Hopkins University.

Hamp’s unhealthy relationship with exercise and eating continued until she and her husband decided that they wanted to start a family. But due to her eating disorder, Hamp experienced fertility issues, which prompted her to finally see an eating disorder counselor, she said. “Going to counseling was like this lightbulb that changed everything.”

Through regularly attending therapy, Hamp grew comfortable in speaking with her counselor about her underlying trauma and her lack of strong self-care practices. Gradually, Hamp’s counselor became a trusted confidant. “I shared with my counselor things I hadn’t told

my husband, my family and my close friends,” she said.

Hamp and her counselor eventually developed a set of healthier coping mechanisms to help her overcome her eating disorder. These practices, which include writing in her journal, going for walks and de-stressing with her dog, have allowed Hamp to begin the path to recovery and reconstruction, she said.

Along Hamp’s journey to recovery, “there were lots of tears as I worked through things that happened immediately following the shooting,” she said.

“But then I got some happy tears.”

Three months after beginning her counseling, Hamp said her fertility issues resolved. She now has two children.

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In This Issue

My Parents Don't Think I'm Funny

JULIAN TOWERS 3

This Is Weird

BELINDA HU 2

Engines of Oppression MINA RHEE 5

Eyes on the Road SIENA CAPONE 4 ALISA CAIRA 6

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FEATURE

This Is Weird

College (Preparation) as a Cultural Institution

BY BELINDA HU ILLUSTRATED BY OLIVIA LUNGER

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n the morning, maybe ten minutes before my alarm goes off, I float about halfway to consciousness. With my eyes still closed and dreams starting to fade, I become aware that I’m lying in bed, under a blanket. I think it’s my bed at home, in Greenville, North Carolina—the wooden frame my parents got at a yard sale, the memory foam mattress topper. Window on my left, bookladen nightstand on my right. And if I let my arm drop down, I can touch carpet. And if I stumble downstairs, I’ll see my parents in the kitchen, about to leave for work, and if I reach out to them…

But my arm dangles in the space between my slightly lofted bed and the tile floor of my room in EmWool. Trucks are beeping somewhere outside my window. I roll over, and my forehead bumps an outlet on the cinderblock wall. I wake fully; everything feels strange and hard.

It’s weird, college—especially this kind of college, where most students attend right after

graduating high school and often aren’t from the area. So many of us are suddenly living, eating, and studying hundreds of miles from home, all in the name of undergoing intensive social and intellectual development (friends, revelations, employability!) that will prepare us for our first venture into the Real World.

It seems like a justifiable, even pragmatic idea.

A 2017 study from Accenture, Grads of Life, and Harvard Business School reported that employers treat a bachelor’s degree as “a proxy for a candidate’s range and depth of skills” and “appear to be closing off their access to the two-thirds of the U.S. workforce that does not have a four-year college degree.” An oft-cited 2015 study from the Georgetown Center on Education and the Workforce found that the average difference between the lifetime wages of individual college and high school graduates towers at $1 million.

Many of these benefits are due in large part to

the generational wealth and social capital that a disproportionate number of college graduates have to begin with, but that’s a nuance often lost in discourse that positions “college readiness” as one of the prime goals of a K-12 education. It makes preparation for college seem inseparable from preparation for life; living "successfully" seems to require a successful stint in college.

One prime example of this mindset is the Every Student Succeeds Act (ESSA), a bipartisan law signed by President Obama in 2015. Its webpage on the Department of Education website lauds recent American educational progress: “For example, today, high school graduation rates are at all-time highs.

Dropout rates are at historic lows. And more students are going to college than ever before.” In another document, the ESSA is introduced as enshrining “policies that will help prepare all students for success in college and future careers.”

This close association between college and life success is reflected in an article by high school counselor Hilmi Isikli. He writes that “[t]rue college readiness” relies on “weaving academics with character, personal interests and mental health…

[W]e’re setting students up for success in college, and most importantly, empowering them to lead fulfilled, purposeful lives.” Although Isikli ultimately does employ a holistic view of educational goals, this is all still framed within a discussion of college—a key part of Isikli’s vision of a fulfilled, purposeful life.

Sure, there’s the classic figure of the intrepid entrepreneur who drops out of college and becomes fabulously successful. But there’s a prevalent sense that such people are exceptions, not the rule, and you’re better off going to college to at least move toward something stable. Even famed college dropout Bill Gates thinks so, writing that “getting a degree is a much surer path to success” and that college helps students “learn how to interact with other people and work as part of a team. Critical skills nearly all employers look for in new hires.”

This acceptance of college as generally the best

Letter from the Editor Dear Readers, College can be a scary, strange place. If you don’t agree, you’re either blissfully unaware of your surroundings, telling yourself otherwise in an attempt to wish away your paper due at midnight, or…well, maybe you’re just inhumanly fearless. Because—just in case I wasn’t clear enough before—college is fucking scary. And even if Halloween’s in the rearview, things tend to remain spooky well into the final weeks of the semester.

Here at post-, we’re scared too (Congrats! You’re not alone), and our pieces this week reflect that. Our Feature examines the curious role of college in our society, questioning the reasons it’s regarded as a standard cultural institution and how it’s even become an expectation for many people. Our Arts & Culture writers explore wealth and status in the works of visionary director Bong Joon-Ho on one hand (always issues worth considering at a school which, like all schools, treats wealth and status as tickets to future success), and juxtapose the communal intimacy of city basement shows with the more bleak and isolating social scene of college campuses on the other. We have

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angst! We hate late capitalism and assigned reading!

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All that pent-up malaise notwithstanding, though, we’re not devoid of hope. Our Narrative section offers two stories of self-discovery; one reflects on a complex relationship with driving, while the other offers a reconciliation of a writer's parents’ consistent refusal to find his jokes funny (relatable) with the knowledge that they support him unequivocally regardless, even if his career aspirations happen to be, well, making funny jokes. It’s important to remember that, even with its pitfalls, Brown is a place that offers an opportunity for us to grow into better people. Or maybe you don’t think so, and you’ve had to churn out so many midterms in a row that you just don’t give a fuck anymore (sounds a little like me—I cringed while writing that last line).

Either way, chin up—break is right around the corner, and if nothing else, we all have that to be hopeful for.

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step after high school for any successful person is echoed in many corners of the Internet.

Last week, consulting executive Jennifer Folsom wrote about her two high school senior sons’ struggle with college readiness: “I know there are many options aside from college (a gap year, no college, trade school, community college and more).” Folsom may be conscious of the multitude of post-high school possibilities besides college, but as her article continues she struggles to accept them, demonstrating the prevailing strength of a high-school-to-college-to-life narrative—which goes uncriticized and reinforced by the “experts” she interviews.

There’s Katherine Stievater, the founder of Gap Year Solutions, who “provides consulting services to help students successfully transition to college.”

Stievater tells Folsom, “You want to focus on getting your students from high school to college to adulthood successfully.”

There’s also Kim Gallagher, the founder of Blue Book Essays, a college admissions coaching company whose Instagram features such quips as “ADULTING / Starting your college essay is the first step. After putting your dishes in the dishwasher.” In her interview with Folsom, Gallagher says, “I can gauge a student’s college-readiness almost immediately by how long it takes for him or her to send me their first draft...It’s about executive functioning.” Here, again, Gallagher equates readiness for life (“executive functioning”) with readiness for college.

There’s more: Folsom also cites the nine signs of college readiness from Grown and Flown, an online space for parents of high schoolers and college students to share advice and insights. The list asks, “How can parents distinguish between the normal stumbles and troubles of a teen and the deeper problems that may preclude success in college?” It answers with nine indicators of readiness that include coping with “the ‘hard’ feelings in life,” self-care, time management, and an overall will to take advantage of college, defined as a “gift like none other.”

These sources all seem to hint that such an approach to college is largely confined to the wealthy; after all, Folsom is a consulting executive, Gap Year Solutions’s initial hour-long consultation alone costs $150, and Grown and Flown seems to be frequented almost entirely by mothers with great amounts of time and resources to use on their children. But let’s remember that college readiness is one of the main metrics in much broader discussions of K-12 education, as evidenced in the framing of ESSA and so much other work.

And then there are the movies: High School Musical, Lady Bird, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Superbad, Booksmart, Candy Jar, The Kissing Booth, A Cinderella Story, 10 Things I Hate About You, American Pie ( just look to American Pie 2), Blockers, Clueless, The Princess Diaries… College may not always drive these plots, but the sense that it’s what should come next is a given in each of these comingof-age stories.

So how did we get here? What does it mean that a college education has come to be framed as

this first step of Real Adult Life? Why have I woken up every morning since September 1 in a bed 600 miles from the place I grew up? Why will I spend the majority of the next four years of my life on a hill in Rhode Island?

At this point, I feel like it’s necessary to note that I’m not going home for Thanksgiving break, leading me to feel a little more disoriented about this—home, college, what it all means—than usual.

So let’s dive in.

Specifically, let’s dive into this 2011 book written

by John Thelin, a Brown alumnus and professor at the University of Kentucky, called A History of American Higher Education. It was available in the Rock, and I was tired of dealing with sketchy history websites about the development of universities, so here we are.

What does it mean that a college education has come to be framed as this first step of Real Adult Life? Why have I woken up every morning since September 1 in a bed 600 miles from the place I grew up?

Thelin describes the “Oxford-Cambridge ideal” that the earliest U.S. colleges of the colonial era largely attempted to imitate. Harvard College wrote of their early days in a 1963 brochure for prospective students, “Students lived together in the college building in constant contact with their teachers. They worked and played together, creating the very special kind of community which has been characteristic of the American residential college ever since. American colleges, following Harvard’s early example, have adopted the Cambridge-Oxford pattern...”

Thelin also cites George Pierson, a former professor at Yale University, who wrote in his 1976 book Yale: A Short History of the ideals upon which Yale was founded: “That is, young men should eat, sleep, study, play, and worship together, make friends, compete against each other and learn to stand on their own two feet, in loyalty always to the larger community. As at Oxford and Cambridge, books were to be but part of the education.”

But, Thelin argues, the Oxford-Cambridge ideal was not all-encompassing. The College of William and Mary, for instance, did not stipulate such a concentrated community in their early days. Their 1727 statutes declared of their students’ parents and guardians: “If any have their houses so near the college, that from thence the college bells can be heard and the public hours of study be duly observed, we would not by these statutes hinder them from boarding their own children, or their friends, or from lodging them at their own houses.”

The admissions requirements for these early colleges usually included knowledge of “specific

classical languages, ancient authors, and levels of mathematics.” However, most colleges also utilized verbal examinations to admit students and often departed from their stated admissions standards in doing so. Some colleges even allowed students to matriculate without applying!

The environment of early colonial colleges centered around oratorical skill; “students faced a mix of classroom recitations and oral disputations in which they were subject to immediate critical evaluation by both masters and fellow undergraduates.”

Thelin also writes, “One peculiar characteristic of the colonial colleges in their first decades is that there was little emphasis on completing degrees.

Many students...left college after a year or two, apparently with none of the stigma we now associate with dropouts.”

So that’s a sliver of the history behind today’s college-centered societal moment. As a nineteenyear-old first-year at Brown University from North Carolina, what do I think of all this?

I think college is weird, but I don’t think it’s inherently bad. Which is nice, since I’m currently, you know, a college student. I think there is something to this willful gathering of mostly young people from near and far, here to learn from and with each other. And I think it is also crucial to recognize how malleable and imperfect higher education institutions are, how much more work remains to make college more accessible and enriching.

Yes, college can be weird and wonderful, but so are so many other things that can follow high school.

And we—individuals, employers, friends, siblings, parents—need to remember that.

I’m awake in my room in EmWool and things feel strange and hard, but I get up. I think I’ll call my parents later. I pull the chain on the curtain of my window, and breathe in the sunlight.

My Parents Don't Think I'm Funny This Is a Bigger Crisis Than You Think

BY JULIAN TOWERS ILLUSTRATED BY STEPHANIE WU

Let’s be clear. I’m a funny guy—one of the funniest out there—and this is not something you want to wrangle with me about. I’ve literally sat down with a therapist and traced the origin of all my self-confidence to a rapturously received AXE Body Spray joke I made in my sixth-grade English class. The emotional duress of performing stand-up as a NYU student was so intense that I developed a legitimate nicotine dependence.

Really, I just need you to laugh at my jokes, and laugh hard, because the two most important people in my life never will.

At some early stage, I decided I was going to live life as a creative; of what sort, I didn’t—and in fact, still don’t—know. But no matter where I’ve chased my

“Oh, I had to stop talking to him because I saw him wearing Crocs with socks.”

“Isn’t flute just, like, acoustic saxophone?”

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NARRATIVE passenger-side window and saw the round, glassy eye of a deer right next to me.

Deer are to Michigan roads what dandelions are to front yards. Relentless, pervasive, oddly beautiful for something people try so doggedly to eliminate. I remember the first time I saw one in our backyard picking at the oregano in our patchy, halfmaintained summer garden. Its head snapped up as the hound dog in the house behind ours resumed his usual forlorn refrain.

The deer, framed by my window for just an

artistic impulse, it seems my wit has always led the way.

And, frankly, I should be confident enough to follow it: My parents have repeatedly made it clear that their approval of my (legal, healthy) choices is unconditional (“Buy a dress for yourself, we don’t care!”—my father).

Still, supporting my choices is different from enjoying them. Indeed, my parents have never once confirmed that I’m funny. Not when I performed my incredible John McCain impression throughout the 2008 election, not when I captained two improv teams in high school, and not even when a script I wrote got accepted into a comedy festival (it imagined the chaos that would unfold if Yale’s common app essay prompt asked, “What’s it like to eat a human face?”).

If you were at my bar mitzvah, you might have seen my parents laugh along with the rest of the congregation when I compared my Uncle Joel to Moses. But don’t be fooled: I rehearsed that speech over and over in our living room, and they sat there stony faced each time.

I wish I could shrug it off, and maybe if they were assholes I could. But they’re not—it’s actually emblematic of their greatness that they refuse to bullshit me. I’ll never forget my mother’s response to my first college haircut, a street-style fade that my whole freshman hallway told me looked really good. “Aww,” she said, sadly picking for even a single graspable strand, “you’re gonna be ugly for so long now.” For better or worse, my parents’ approval is the purest, most undiluted affirmation I can hope for in this world. It’ll always mean something to me.

When I’m feeling down, I can at least remember the realstupidgarbage that actually makes my parents laugh. Consider the joke my mom makes every time a waiter returns to grab our empty plates and ask how the meal was: Smirking as though she were Truman Capote, she’ll wryly barb, “Oh, we hated it,” and lean back laughing like she just invented sarcasm.

Meanwhile, my sober, no-nonsense father doesn’t even have his own material; instead, he keeps a Winston Churchill quote book in his pocket whenever he wants to take our cocktail parties to that next level. Honestly, if my parents did laugh at the jokes I make in my essays (yes, I send all my essays to my parents), I’d probably take the F and start selling them online.

Accordingly, I’ve long despised the one joke of mine they’ve ever truly enjoyed, my hatred only exacerbated by the fact that I was all of nine years old when I made it. My father sat down at the dinner table saying he had “important news,” and I—with impish brilliance—immediately retorted, “What!? You have another family in Baltimore?” At the time, their laughter meant everything to me; now, every time I come to the table with stronger material, my mother has been known to shrug. “Eh, it’s okay, but certainly no Baltimore.”

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At least, Baltimore used to be the benchmark.

Now, it’s “fuck you, dog.” See, last summer, something happened. I interpreted my failure to find employment in creative media as proof that I never would. Maybe working with children—something I’d enjoyed in the past—was an okay fallback career, so I spent the season leading rich, troubled teens on multi-night bike trips around Michigan. The cache of crazy tales I came home with was met by my parents with atypical laughter and glee. They especially enjoyed my story about Buster, the 15-year-old who randomly cussed out a sleeping guard dog—inspiring his owner to sic the creature on our group for two, long, terrifying miles.

Even by the time I left for Providence, my parents were still giggling “fuck you, dog” at each other. When I got to school this semester, I dutifully looked for more jobs in education.

Predictably, my parents were ecstatic when I received an interview with Teach for America later that month. They coached me on my practice lesson, my wardrobe, the way I should brush my hair. They even fed me terrible lines to say in my one-on-one, which I naturally scoffed at. In retrospect, perhaps I should have used them; left to my own comedic devices, I may have told a joke about a sensitive topic. Can’t remember. Point is, I did not get the job. I Skyped my father the moment I got home, my face the picture of shame as I prepared to take in his wrath. Indeed, he looked me right in the eyes and said, “Julian, I think you failed that interview on purpose.” But then he said something unexpected. “I’m glad you did. You’re a creative; it’s who you are. Follow your dreams. If you want to make me happy, keep making terrible jokes.”

So, okay, I accept it. Whatever stage I mount in these next few years, no matter where I stand, I may never expect to hear my parents’ laughter. But that’s not what’s important to me anymore. Instead, I smile and remember—they’ll always be in the audience.

Probably checking their watches the whole time, but I’ll take it.

Eyes on the Road At the Intersection of Driver and Passenger

BY SIENA CAPONE ILLUSTRATED BY MADDY CHERR

CONTENT WARNING: References to animal injury and car accidents I don’t remember where we were going when it happened, or what we were talking about, just that whatever my friend Mia was saying from the backseat dissolved into a yelp as I looked out the

instant, glanced off the side of our minivan—legs perhaps scratched, but not injured enough to become one of the all-too-familiar brown lumps dotting the side of the interstate. We were moving too quickly to see whether or not it loped off into the foliage.

My mom, who is an excellent driver, began explaining what to do should this scenario ever fall upon Mia or me. Whatever you do, don’t swerve. Lay on the horn, and slow down as quickly as you can.

I asked if that would cause me to get rear-ended.

Maybe. But if you hit the deer, it might crash through the windshield, which would be worse.

For a horrible split second I pictured what that would be like, the same brown mass I had seen chewing on our garden bursting through a mess of glass in front of me. And also a car ramming into us from behind, the exclamation point of sound it would make, the metal crumpling like a face about to cry.

I didn’t ever want that much control over a second. To have to think of all the things my Mom described and execute them before I found an entire mammal on my lap. The moment the deer skimmed our car unlocked a strange and insular world where animals could fly through windshields as easily as insects could splatter across them and clunky human instincts might get to the wheel before the mind can. I wasn’t sure anyone should have that much ownership over a single moment, or anything at all. *** The scene was so familiar it could’ve been interchanged with any given dinner party with any given family friend between 2015 and 2018: the same Coca-Cola in my hand, the same resigned expression I would hide as I took a sip before answering, “No, I’m going to wait to get my license,” regardless of the scenery revolving around me—a never-ending carousel of small talk.

My response would always prompt a polite anecdote about their 20-something-year-old son who also waited to get his driver’s license, and then they would ask why I was waiting. After all, virtually every 14-year-old in our neighborhood started buckling into the driver’s seat next to their parent or guardian the moment they got their hands on a permit.

In these moments, I’d think of when Mia dropped me off at home after an outing. Before reaching my white picket fence, she would take a sudden turn—always sudden, even if I expected it— and declare that I’d have to choose the last song of our drive. The first few seconds of it would duet with the sound of the windows rolling down, the night air rushing in. And there, sitting in the passenger seat, with Mia making loops around the quiet corners of our neighborhood, singing at the top of my lungs, I’d find there was nowhere I’d rather be. *** Driver’s ed was inevitable.

It started in a sweaty classroom full of 14-year-olds who observed me boredly, like I was a fish in a waiting room aquarium. The teacher was objectionably creepy. We watched videos in which people with ’80s mullets advised us on how to avoid hydroplaning during a storm.

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These lessons were combined with driving practice, which thoroughly terrified me. My mom and I met my instructor in a McDonald’s parking lot on Southfield—an extremely busy road, especially for a new driver. I closed my eyes, reducing the world to the sound of cars whooshing past, labored exhales of exhaust, everyone on their way to somewhere. I pretended I could take root in the cement beneath my feet, coexisting with the moving cars without ever stepping inside one.

This fantasy was short-lived. Trying to be as polite in my presence as possible while clearly conveying her concern to the instructor, my mom said, “It’s fine that she’s never put her hands on a steering wheel, right?” My teacher didn’t look up from his clipboard. “She ever play Mario Kart?

She’ll be fine.”

It mostly was. If it ever wasn’t, my instructor, a titan of a man with a penchant for oversized polo shirts of various colors, would lay one enormous hand on the steering wheel or pump his passengerside break.

I learned a few things during these lessons.

That my instructor hated his brother, who was in jail.

That I’m not a bad driver, but an overly cautious and slow one—which, in Michigan culture, means a bad one. That if I ever have to run off the road, I should aim for something soft, like a bush.

In May of 2018, at 18 years old, I walked into my calculus class wordlessly holding a flimsy piece of paper over my head. It said I was allowed to commandeer a pod of metal for the foreseeable future, for better or for worse.

I didn’t forget the deer. But as my friends all erupted into applause, our bewildered classmates craning their necks to see what on earth I was holding, I could almost stop seeing my reflection in its eye. *** This past August, I picked up some pizzas for my brother and sister, who were at band camp. Visiting always makes me sentimental—I owe some of my best high school memories to marching band. As I clambered out of the driver’s seat onto the blacktop of the student lot, I couldn’t help but smile.

Never having driven myself to school, I had never felt connected to this space in high school— this black expanse covered in constellations of white lines that marked off places to tuck away your vehicle for a while. At the end of the day, the lot would flood with students, a symphony of chirping Jeep Libertys and engines stretching awake.

I don’t regret not playing a part in the cacophony.

Even after getting my license, I would seldom ever choose to give up that precious passenger-side position, where I could gesticulate to my heart’s desire while relaying the day’s events to my mom.

Where I sat next to Mia on our second to last day of senior year, slushies in hand, as she suddenly went quiet before saying it just occurred to me that this is

really happening. Where I could sit next to her and always choose the last song. I don’t want my eyes on the road—I want them elsewhere. Anywhere I want.

I looked up; the sky stretched wide and blue, the usual cloudy lid on Michigan torn off by summertime. I locked the car as I walked toward the entrance to my old school, the reliable beep in response swallowed whole by the sound of the door opening.

Engines of Oppression

What Parasite and Snowpiercer Say About Capitalism

BY MINA RHEE ILLUSTRATED BY CECILIA CAO

SPOILER ALERT: Endings of Parasite and Snowpiercer In an interview promoting Parasite, director Bong Joon-ho offered his answer for why the film has become a worldwide phenomenon: “I tried to express a sentiment specific to Korean culture... but all the responses from different audiences were pretty much the same...Because, essentially, we all live in the same country called Capitalism.” Although Bong has made films spanning genres from Godzillaesque horror to rambunctious comedy, his entire body of work is concerned with how inequality structures his characters’ relationships and informs their motivations. However, Parasite and 2013’s Snowpiercer stand out as the ones most explicitly concerned with class difference.

The spatial metaphors for inequality in both films are simple: In Parasite, the rich live above ground and the poor down below, while in Snowpiercer, a dystopian sci-fi in which the last surviving humans live together on a speeding train, the lower class reside at the back and the upper class at the front. But even if these spatial arrangements are clear, the failure of the lower class in both films to improve their situations shows that overcoming this inequality is much more complicated than simply moving from below ground to above, or from the back of the train to the front. The possibility of simple, linear class mobility implied by the spatial arrangements in both Snowpiercer and Parasite reveals itself in both films to be an illusion filled with hidden twists and obstacles.

Of course, it’s much easier for the impoverished Kim family of Parasite to cross physical class lines than the rebels of Snowpiercer. The Kims can readily walk to up to the wealthy Park family’s house, whereas the tail section rebels in Snowpiercer must fight their way through multiple armored cars to reach the head of the train. But even though the Kim family manages to infiltrate the Park household with relative ease, earning jobs by posing as tutors and helpers, they are unable to surmount their class difference in their

roles. The family soon encounters a “line that should not be crossed,” as Mr. Park puts it in his description of what he expects from his hired help. At one point, Ki-woo, the son of the Kim family, anxiously asks the Parks’ daughter if he could pass for one of the wealthy people who have gathered in the yard to attend a party.

Simply being in the house of the wealthy is not enough to mark the Kim family as belonging.

At the end of Snowpiercer, meanwhile, it’s revealed that Wilford, the conductor at the head of the train, has been giving the rebel leader Curtis instructions for his uprising all along. Wilford explains that rebellions are periodically necessary to keep population numbers stable on the train. The capitalist logic that justifies the train’s very existence relies on narratives that run against themselves. And again, mere ascension to the physical location of the wealthy is not enough to grant the oppressed entry into the ranks of the powerful.

In Snowpiercer, the rebellion never belongs to Curtis at all, and his attempt to destroy the class divisions of the train fails. We see him break down when Wilford guides him to the heart of the engine, unable to resist its quiet, orderly hum: the literal gears of capitalism. Similarly, Ki-taek, the father of the Kim family, is too inculcated by the logic of capitalism to escape its effects. As the Kim family folds pizza boxes at the outset of Parasite, Ki-woo pulls up a video of a woman folding pizza boxes with mechanical speed and efficiency. Even as gas fills the house from a nearby exterminator, Ki-taek remains transfixed by the video, never breaking his gaze from the phone and continuing to replicate the woman’s mechanical movements. In Parasite, characters who cross class lines are punished: Ki-woo’s sister Kijeon, who Ki-woo admiringly says “acts like she owns the place” in the Park family’s absence, is the only member of the Kim family to be killed. An arguably more horrible fate is reserved for Ki-taek, forced to hide in the Park family basement indefinitely after fatally stabbing Mr. Park in a moment of unchecked rage. The burst of anger that prompts Ki-taek to cross this class line and murder his employer is Mr. Park’s reaction to the smell of Geun-sae, a man forced to live in the secret underground bunker after being hunted by loan sharks. This is not the first time that smell marks class difference in the film, with Mr. Park previously describing bad body odor as something that also “crosses the line.” But as Ki-taek hides in the basement himself, he apologises to a photograph of Mr. Park in the same way that Guen-sae, trapped in the same prison, once worshipped Mr. Park for providing his shelter. Ki-taek’s act of rebellion proves insufficient to free him from the logic of capitalism and only drives him lower, from his semi-basement to the below-ground bunker.

Even though Curtis fails in Snowpiercer, the film ends optimistically—the solution is not to reorder what is inside the train but to abandon the train entirely, to literally blow up the capitalist system and seek a radical alternative. In Parasite, no such outside exists, so Ki-woo is ultimately forced to make a plan within the system—to earn enough money to eventually buy the house his father is hiding in. The song that plays over the credits ends the film on a dispiriting note; the lyrics describe Ki-woo drinking a glass of soju at the end a day of hard work, the possibility of success remaining a distant hope.

A running gag in Parasite is Ki-woo’s description of his scholar’s rock, a gift of good luck given to him by a friend, as “metaphorical,” and it seems the film itself is warning against the danger of lettings things remain only metaphors. Joon-ho very clearly maps the structures of capitalism onto his movies, as if to say that if we ignore how it functions in the real world, it might come back and hit us in the head.

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Mosh Pit of Love House Parties Were Bigger Than Just Music

BY ALISA CAIRA ILLUSTRATED BY ELLA HARRIS

If my life were one of those cliche, high school movies, I know exactly what the first scene would be.

It’s senior year, and my friends and I have left my car in some neighborhood in Boston, a few blocks over from our destination: a new music venue where our friend is performing. We dutifully follow Google Maps to the address, but we probably could have figured out the way from the trails of cigarette smoke and the clumps of teenagers moving through the streets. Soon enough, we’re at the door. Knocking is futile, so we let ourselves in and find a barren house swarming with teens and a heavy bass pounding at our feet. Momentarily, it seems like the space’s heartbeat.

Tossed words from concertgoers inform us that our friend’s set is starting soon. We rush through a whirlwind of greetings as we’re pulled towards the basement, to the party’s engine. Like any good underground show, the odd emptiness of the venue soon gives way to an unfurnished, sweltering basement decorated with colorful lights and random fabrics. This sort of absurd location is a staple of our lives by this point: a rotating set of basements, attics, and so on, each transformed, for a night, into a house show. People accumulate to create an underground scene composed of familiar faces. A hush is pushed aside by loud guitar, overwhelming percussion, and ringing eardrums. The entire house quakes with the pulse of rock music.

For a set, bodies against bodies create a continuous push that never quite knocks anyone off their feet. What begins as clumped huddles of waiting friends becomes tossed up and messy as the mosh begins and the sweat gathering in everyone’s hair is flung onto everyone else.

Objectively, this is gross, but it seems less gross when you realize you’re part of the problem, and even less gross still when you realize that this facilitated aggression might

have been exactly what you needed.

When the set ends, my bangs have glued themselves to my forehead and two of my friends have ditched their sweaters in some corner never to be seen again. I remark that it’s impossible to hear, and everyone around me confirms this is true. Someone else remarks that it’s impossible to hear, and everyone agrees again as if the thought were new. We move back upstairs and out onto the patio where a bonfire has been lit. Everyone begins to talk and smoke (with the near constant reminder to keep quiet outside being yelled from inside the house—as if that changes anything). I meet people who know of me, and I meet people who I know of. I leave with having promised to tell someone I met so-and-so and an assurance I’ll see a number-I-didn’t-save at the next house show; the map of relationships expands further around me.

If this were a plot rather than my life, I’d drive into the night with my friends and the scene would pick up again days later by a locker or in a car. Things would go onward as an aesthetic project or a single, movie-length experience captured eternally. Time wouldn’t keep rushing on and I would have stayed entangled in this scene forever. But, my life isn’t a high school movie—I know, surprising twist. The tragic reality of the situation is that I’m not even in high school anymore. I’m like, a good year and a half away from that whole era. So, I guess it doesn’t make sense to reflect on a dead music scene now. Or, maybe it does. Or, I’m going to do it anyway.

What I’m struggling with now is what to do with all that past that keeps finding its way into a present state of missing. I may have moved on from a network of house shows and underground music, but that scene goes on in my absence. I made myself a past tense, and now I’m starting to think a bit more about what that means.

At the house shows I went to, everyone knew everyone, but not in a way that was scary or overwhelming.

After a couple shows, you knew the people you moshed with and you knew to stay away from those two guys with the extra long hair who always pushed too hard. They became people you’d follow on Instagram and exchange eye-contact with on the street, whose songs you would give a listen to on Spotify even if you didn’t know them personally. In these networks, some names got bigger

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than others, some musicians went on to play show after show while others slowly faded after their Spotify debuts.

Yet, achieving success outside our scene wasn’t the point even if it was a goal; what really mattered to everyone was the continuation of the entire moment. People came out to listen to music that would let their bodies thrash around or to support the faces that had been in the community for years. Shows gave us a gathering point to share a lot more than the same music taste.

Brown doesn’t make me feel like a part of something larger than myself because ultimately, I think, no one at Brown came here for that. We came here to learn and connect with some mighty intellectual “thing” that becomes hazier the longer I look at it. Brown is individualistic; it’s thousands of kids coming together to chase their own dreams. That’s okay. Brown is a good place to be, and it’s kind of cool, but in a way, it is objectively very uncool. It’s not moshing in a stranger’s basement on a Friday, and it’s not watching a community centered around music grow, strengthen, and engulf so much more than rock. That, on the other hand, is about a collective experience where I–and everyone–don’t matter or try to matter any more than the next person.

At Brown, the present is often actually about the future—life after college, what job I’ll get. I look back to my underground scene to remember what now can feel like. Sometimes, I like to remember that it can all just be about thrashing your body around, supporting the people you love, and experiencing a network for nothing more than existing in the midst of it. I might be boring now and study most of the time, but I try to make sure that this doesn’t trap me.

I guess, as I’m looking back at what my life has been, I’m just trying to live somewhere a bit closer to the in-between of what I came here to become and what I left behind. So many of the faces in that underground network have stayed there. A week hardly goes by when someone doesn’t announce a single or a show or drop some new project. I try to go back when I can. I try to bring them here too, when I can. I write about them. I play their songs and remember their accomplishments.

I’m trying to remember what it feels like to be a part of accomplishments that are not my own and moments that don’t only belong to me. While life rushes forward, it’s nice to let things stand still and lose focus for a moment.

By playing a specific song filled with the energy of those moments, I can let go of everything about “here” for a second and let nostalgia become the present tense.

It’s not the same thing, and it never will be. Yet, it’s still something more than nothing. There are still songs, still connections, and still memories that keep me grounded in so much more than just this very moment. On a cold day at Brown, I’m starting to feel the warmth of a packed basement again and the heartbeat of the bass through my headphones instead of in the room around me.

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BY CATE RYAN SCIENCE & RESEARCH EDITOR Troubleshooting the physics behind turbulence As students look ahead to Thanksgiving break and trips through T.F. Green and Boston Logan airports, scientists on campus are preparing to study the physics behind the ever-present phenomenon of turbulence. With a grant from the Simons Foundation, University researchers will partner with other institutions across the nation to take on the concept of turbulence, which is not well understood in the realm of physics.

In a press release, Professor of Physics Brad Marston said that even though basic, empirical frameworks for understanding turbulence exist, “If Boeing wants to model the airflow over a wing, the world’s largest supercomputer can’t do that.” The $4

BIRTHDAY FROM PAGE 1 launched, “there were different pieces (of the current program) that lived a little bit everywhere,” Kidd said.

BRUnet provided students access to over 6,000 alums — now, BrownConnect connects students to about 53,000, Kidd said. LINK awards have increased from about 60 to 265 under BrownConnect, Kidd added, and signature programs, which let students explore industries of interest in cities across the globe, have grown from two programs to 11.

Genine Fidler ’77 P’04 P’12 , cochair of the President’s Advisory Council on Internships, said off-campus enrichment opportunities are central to Brown’s mission.

“It’s really part of taking the College Hill experience to the real world,” she said. “That’s a particularly Brown thing. The special sauce is to take what you’re working on in the classroom to real-world problems, and that’s what these internships and research opportunities provide the opportunity to do.”

A key feature of BrownConnect is Bruno internships, which are opportunities that give high priority to Brown students during the application process, usually because the employer is a Brown parent or alum. Kaetlyn Liddy ’21.5 landed a Bruno internship with MasterClass, an online education platform based in San Francisco. She said the advantage that University students receive through these opportunities are the primary strength of BrownConnect.

“Sometimes (companies) are looking for specific qualities that Brown students tend to have,” she said. “Applying for something through BrownConnect already makes you feel a little

million grant will allow Marston and his colleagues to examine how wellestablished statistical theories could be applicable to turbulence. This group at the University will focus on developing the computer models for the project, with help from the Center for Computation and Visualization. “If we’re successful, we may have simpler theory of turbulence based on phase transitions, or maybe we can show that that picture is too simplistic,” Marston said.

National Society for Black Physicists gathers in Providence This week, the National Society for Black Physicists is meeting in Providence for the first time since NSBP was founded 40 years ago.

Professor of Physics Stephon Alexander was recently named the president-elect of NSBP. Now at the helm of the organization, Alexander joined NSBP as an undergraduate.

The conference is the largest

bit qualified because you already know you’ve checked at least one of their boxes.”

Emily Adams ’18 worked for BrownConnect for two years as a marketing intern and event volunteer. Adams said that the alum contacts she made through the site have played a huge role in her career advancement. Through BrownConnect, Adams secured funding for an internship with filmmaker Judd Apatow and met alums such as writer and producer Jonathan Groff ’83. Adams now works in entertainment in Los Angeles.

“I wouldn’t professionally be where I’m at without the LINK award, without Jonathan Groff and these other alums that really leaned heavily into helping their student body and their alma mater purely out of wanting to pay it forward.”

Adams said.

Looking ahead, Kidd and her team remain “focused on the next five years.”

Key to the future success of the program, she said, will be increased funding. “We need more resources as we continue to grow,” she said. “We can’t sustain our own growth, but that’s a great problem to have.”

“We’re viewing (the five-year anniversary) as both a celebration of the impact that we believe the program has had . . . and as the beginning of a re-launch for BrownConnect,” Donato said.

Donato hopes to increase opportunities for face-to-face interactions between students and alums. “We’re really trying to take the idea of networking and make it real for students,” he said.

“Make real opportunities for students to have a conversation with an alum, get some mentoring and maybe open

gathering for members of historically underrepresented groups in physics and will draw about 400 attendees to the Providence Marriott Downtown over the weekend. The conference, sponsored in part by the University, will involve both research talks and networking.

“This conference, and NSBP’s mission in general, are very much in line with Brown’s commitment to inclusivity and excellence in the sciences,” Alexander said in the press release. “I think that played a big role in the calculus to bring this to Providence.”

Capturing magnetic rays with quantum mechanical camera With $2 million from the National Science Foundation, researchers at the University will build a quantum mechanical magnetic camera to capture the otherwise invisible magnetic field which radiates off of quantum materials.

Gang Xiao, chair of the Department of Physics, will lead the camera’s development. “Just as the camera on your phone has an array of photosensors that register light and create an image, our device will use magnetic sensors that can ‘see’ magnetic fields and make images or movies of magnetic patterns,” he said.

In order to capture these very faint magnetic fields, the researchers will work to improve upon current technology, called magnetic tunnel junctions, which are used to read computer hard disks.

Beyond simply allowing for more in depth discovery surrounding quantum materials, this technology also promises interesting applications to industry and medicine. “Similar devices could also be used in medical diagnostics to sense tiny shifts in magnetic fields generated by the heart or nervous system,” Xiao said in the press release.

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a door or explore a career path that they didn’t even know existed before.”

Additionally, the BrownConnect team is looking to continue increasing its visibility on campus. “Every year I’m always surprised by how many students don’t know about BrownConnect,” Kidd said. “I think there’s a fear of networking, and so we’re working with our programs to make sure our students understand that alumni and parents really do want to talk to you.

Don’t be afraid to (reach out) to them

— they have great opportunities just waiting for you.”

The summer after his sophomore year, James Yoon ’17 used BrownConnect to secure a Bruno internship in neurosurgery with Michael Lawton ’86.

Yoon received a LINK award for the internship, which he said was crucial for covering the high costs of living in San Francisco. After Yoon returned for a second summer, Lawton offered him a research fellowship for one year between graduation and medi-

cal school. Now a medical student at Yale, Yoon continues to help Lawton grow his internship program through BrownConnect.

“Don’t be afraid,” Yoon advised current undergraduates seeking summer internships. “If the Brown alumni is posting an opportunity or their contact information, they are volunteering to talk to you and mentor you. … Shoot your shot.”

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Brown should change its motto REBECCA AMAN ’20 OPINIONS EDITOR

Brown University’s Diversity and Inclusion Action Plan, published in 2016, states that “All Brown students, regardless of race, ethnicity, gender, nationality, religious and political views, and other aspects of their identities, are accepted because of their enormous potential as scholars and leaders.” But our University’s motto — “In Deo Speramus,” meaning “In God we hope,” — does not reflect this commitment. In order to demonstrate our commitment to religious acceptance, and to honor our institution’s history, the University should change our official motto to “Speramus,” meaning “We hope.”

Brown University, and the state of Rhode Island, have a long history of religious freedom and tolerance. In 1636, Roger Williams settled in Rhode Island after fleeing religious persecution in Massachusetts. He was soon joined by other religious dissidents, like Ann Hutchinson. Rhode Island quickly became a haven for religious minorities — Baptists, Quakers and Jews. In 1663, Rhode Island adopted a charter that guaranteed religious freedom for all before any other state.

Thus, it should be no surprise that at its founding in 1764, Brown University, then called Rhode Island College, “opened its doors to students without regard to religious affiliation.” This commitment to inclusion stood in stark contrast to the policies of peer universities like Yale,

Princeton and Harvard, which were founded primarily to educate clergy.

The motto “In Deo Speramus” was not part of our institution’s original symbols or phrases. The University did not adopt the motto until 1834, when President Wayland commissioned a new seal — the seal we still use today. Unlike the old seal, which depicted a “temple of science,” our seal includes Christian imagery in the form

“Every student — regardless of whether they believe in one god, many gods or no god at all — deserves a motto that represents them.”

of a red cross. The University’s adoption of the seal and motto in 1834 was antithetical to our founding values of religious inclusion and freedom.

The motto “In Deo Speramus” is not only contradictory to our founding values but also undermines our contemporary commitment to diversity and inclusion. According to a 2013 Herald poll, 19 percent of students identified

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community and inclusion.

Changing the motto would not require a significant financial investment because the University no longer includes the motto when depicting the University seal. Changing the motto would not require re-designing Brown’s athletic apparel or letterhead. Instead, the University could simply publish a press release, edit the University’s website and update Encyclope-

dia Brunoniana. Changing the motto would not necessarily require the University to remove the motto from the few places where it is still depicted. As long as the University publicly commits to a new motto, the depictions of the old motto could be grandfathered in.

Perhaps the University is more concerned with upsetting alums than financial costs. Maybe this is why the University has quietly removed most references to the motto without officially changing it. It is easy to imagine some alums who angrily respond to the change. But we shouldn’t let fear of controversy stop us from taking actions that align with our values. The University should publicly embrace religious acceptance by changing our motto to something that better reflects our values.

The motto “Speramus” would do this. “Speramus” preserves the tradition of having a Latin motto. It also mirrors Rhode Island’s one word motto, “Hope.” Keeping first person plural conjugation elicits feelings of community. And most importantly, this new motto does not exclude those who don’t subscribe to a monotheistic religion. Every student — regardless of whether they believe in one god, many gods or no god at all — deserves a motto that represents them.

Rebecca Aman ’20 can be reached at rebecca_aman@brown.edu. Please send responses to this opinion to letters@browndailyherald.com and op-eds to opinions@browndailyherald.com.

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Loving the Open Curriculum NICK WHITAKER ’20 OP-ED CONTRIBUTOR

The merits of the Open Curriculum have become a point of discussion after Galen Hall ’20’s recent column questioned the success of Brown’s experiment. I am glad this is the case — traditions and policies need to be periodically reevaluated.

But despite Hall’s thoughtful comments on the subject, upon reevaluation the Open Curriculum looks better than ever. The Open Curriculum continues to provide students with flexibility in shaping their education, letting them acquire the analytical skillset that suits their needs. The Curriculum also plays a critical role in fostering a broad, and happier, intellectual community at Brown.

To his credit, Hall’s central point is likely correct: The Open Curriculum does not immerse students in as deep of a community as more structured curricula do at some other schools. When all students in a class go through a common curriculum, they almost certainly get to know each other and have more common points of reference. Hall points to Oxford University as an example, where students in a given program undertake much of the same coursework through their three years together. That would certainly constitute an almost entirely different college experience, with a much different feeling of community.

But what Hall does not fully acknowledge are the other types of community created by the Open Curriculum. After all, an Oxford student is largely confined to getting to know those in their program and college. At Brown, the Open Curriculum builds a broad community among the 7,000 undergraduates. For some students, that community even extends to the Rhode Island School of Design. By having so much flexibility in our schedules, we may not meet as many of our peers in our particular concentration or class as we might meet otherwise, but we almost certainly meet a more diverse and

wide-ranging selection of students as we venture through Brown’s many different course offerings.

Moreover, Brown still provides plenty of other ways for students to form meaningful communities if they so desire. There are a myriad of student organizations on campus, ranging from the Ivy Film Festival to the Brown Political

She writes, “Class became a two-hour-twiceper-week chore where we tried to give certainty to concepts we didn’t understand.” This is precisely the sort of situation that the Open Curriculum strives to avoid. It allows us to take classes we can value, cherish and feel excited about. Though the core curriculum had good intentions, Liu recognized, the actual experience

“Brown should celebrate its unique identity, one that provides students with something distinct from the “normal college experience.”

Review, with tight-knit cultures.

Furthermore, we must consider the costs of the sort of core curriculum that Hall advocates.

As The Herald recently reported, Brown students seem to be particularly happy. Though we must, as the piece suggests, bear in mind the limitations of the polling, we might still conclude that Brown students are at least somewhat happier than students at similar schools.

It seems likely that the virtues of the Open Curriculum contribute to that. When I think back to the things that made me most unhappy in high school, I often think to long periods of time spent in classes that did not interest me nor served my educational goals.

Indeed, schools with intense core curricula, like the University of Chicago and Columbia, are often thought of as some of the least happy campuses in the country. A friend of mine at Columbia, Amy Gong Liu wrote a column in the Columbia Spectator reflecting on what she sees as the fruitlessness of their Core curriculum.

of it more often devolved into skimming just enough of the reading to pass.

Forcing students to skim miserably through classes together might help build a deep sense of community, but at what cost to our mental health and our learning? Surely the creation of a core would be a Pyrrhic victory if it came at the detriment of students’ wellbeing and mental health.

Hall writes that a well-constructed core curriculum would provide students with a set of analytical tools with which they could approach problems. I certainly agree that college should provide students with an analytical toolkit, but I am unconvinced that every student needs the same toolkit. Some tools that are meaningful to me, like those that I acquired in economics courses, may not be helpful to many other students. Some might prefer the critical tools offered by MCM classes. Some might prefer the advanced statistical tools offered in a data science curriculum. In another recent col-

umn, Asher Lehrer-Small ’20 argues that Brown should mandate a computing requirement for all undergraduates. Computing is a tool that is useful to many, but not to everyone. When we begin to suggest these modest requirements, we quickly risk degrading the logic of student choice that underlies the Open Curriculum.

There is only one tool that Brown rightly recognizes as essential: Strong skills in writing.

Communication is clearly fundamental. But, beyond that, I am glad that students are able to pick up the tools they see fit as they progress through their four years.

Let us not forget that the Open Curriculum can be especially important to certain groups of students, such as transfer students like me. It would have been impossible for me to have any substantive Brown experience had I needed to spend my too-short time here fulfilling requirements. Instead, I was able to sample all sorts of things Brown offers, from Theatre Arts and Performance courses to Slavic studies.

Most schools have a limited core and set of distribution requirements. A few schools have expansive cores. Brown is one of the few schools in the country with an open curriculum. We should embrace this unique feature, as many students come here for it and cherish it through their whole lives, as a recent letter to the editor suggested. More schools should be experimenting with their curricula, and Brown should be proud of its tradition of leading the way forward in liberal education.

Brown should celebrate its unique identity, one that provides students with something distinct from the “normal college experience.” It is unfortunate that some students do not end up enjoying the Open Curriculum as they may have expected when they applied. But to so many others, Brown is an oasis in the higher-education landscape. To me, this is a success.

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Wickenden aquarium store to be replaced with modern development Fox Point community members express dismay at demolition of historic building

BY MAIA ROSENFELD SENIOR STAFF WRITER The former Aqua-Life Aquarium building was a bright spot of blue on the corner of Wickenden and Hope streets, its walls decorated with an underwater scene.

But this past Saturday, the building was torn down to make way for a part retail, part residential building that has already been designed by a local developer and architect.

The building’s proposal was met with dismay by some members of the Providence community at a Fox Point Neighborhood Association meeting Wednesday evening. Members of the association expressed concern that the historic building, which was over 100 years old, will be replaced by a structure without that history or ornate design.

But George Goulart Jr., the owner of Aqua-Life and the former owner of 389 Wickenden St., strongly supports the new building plan. Goulart sold the property to developer Bahman Jalili in September.“I’m glad they tore it down,” Goulart said of his decades-old fish store.

“They’re going to build a better building there — the same height, four stories. I got pictures of it, and it’s going to be a nice looking building.”

Goulart was born in the red house directly behind where his store stood and has lived in the area for more than 60 years. He said that he sold the building because he was paying taxes to the city that were so high, it made owning the property financially infeasible. He wondered if any local residents could actually afford to both own property and operate businesses within them in the neighborhood.

Goulart said that he could not afford to make the renovations necessary to

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On the corner of Wickenden and Hope streets, Aqua-Life Aquarium was torn down this past Saturday. The space will be replaced with a residential and retail building, including 14 one-bedroom apartments and one two-bedroom apartment. bring the building up to meet the city’s building code. If he spent more than 40 percent of the property’s value on repairs in one year, the city would require him to bring the entire building up to code, which he said would have cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. After Goulart’s wife passed away in 2017, he decided it was no longer worth the financial struggle to maintain the property. “There’s a lot more to it than just taking down an old building,” he said.

Renovating the old building was not worth the cost, Jalili said. “The building was actually pretty much run down,” he said. “It didn’t matter how much money you threw at it; you couldn’t bring it up to code 100 percent.”

Jalili and architect Mark Rapp presented the pictures of the new building

design at the association meeting. The new building will have a storefront along Wickenden St. that opens into a small retail space and an entrance to 14 one-bedroom apartments and a two-bedroom apartment on Hope Street. The one-bedroom units will rent for about $1500 per month, Jalili said, adding that the tenants will likely be young professionals and students. “I already do a lot of business with Brown (students). I get lots of med students,” he said.

Jalili and Rapp took questions about the plan after their presentation. Several audience members voiced disapproval of its modern design, raising concerns about maintaining the historical architecture of the area.

“There are a lot of historical properties in the neighborhood, so there’s a

feeling of respect for the architecture and the history of the place,” said Association President Nick Cicchitelli. “We have to find a balance between preserving the old and modernizing.”

The association members were concerned that the new building’s proposed architecture would disrupt the roofline of the area, which currently includes many gabled roofs. The building’s minimalist design is a departure from the historical feel of the neighborhood.

“You’ve got a lot of history here to just erase,” Cicchitelli said.

Community members also voiced frustration that their feedback had not been sought before the City Plan Commission approved the design. But Cicchitelli did acknowledge that the developer was not legally obligated to seek

neighborhood approval for his building design.

Still, Cicchitelli would have liked the community to have had an opportunity to provide feedback. “That’s good process in my opinion,” he said. “When you get stakeholders involved, you show what you’re trying to do and then ideally be open to incorporating some of that feedback.”

Jalili is still open to modifying the design, particularly on the Hope St. side.

“We’ll consider everything, and I always make a lot of changes on the fly, too,” he said.

“The guy that’s putting the building up, everybody’s giving him a lot of grief,” Goulart said. “But I am the only one that could have stopped it, and I didn’t, because I know it’s better for the city.”