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THE RECORDER Wednesday, October 12, 2011

We Need To Decide Who We Are


The student body has grown tired. We’ve tired of the food we eat, the scheduling conflicts, the new “convenience” fees and the lack of parking. However, if you look at all those things they are necessary evils. As students we might dislike and gaffe at them, but when we stop and really break them down we can understand them. The lack of quality food on campus can be attributed to the mass amount of students that Sodexo is feeding. Scheduling is an ongoing experiment. The fees are just being passed on to us, which the school has normally paid. As the campus and student population grow, accommodating every student with a parking spot is impossible. The list of examples can go on, but these things are understandable. The line between the understandable and not is a very tricky one to define, but when one such complaint crosses that line it infuriates those affected. There are two types of students on this campus and one type far outnumber the other. Commuters and

residents are not the same students. Stop treating us as if we are. One of the main campaigns that CCSU is pushing is campus and community involvement. They don’t want to be seen as a ‘suitcase college’. Suitcase college. What does that mean? It’s a nicer way of saying commuter school. Central doesn’t want to be seen as a commuter school. Likewise, students don’t want to go to a commuter school. There are negative connotations to that, aren’t there? What are the reasons that we’re viewed as a commuter school? The fact that the majority of our fellow classmates drive from their homes to go to class isn’t the cause for this feeling, even though it is backed by statistical data showing they are the majority here. 22% of undergraduate students here live on campus. That’s about 2,000 people. Have you ever actually seen 2,000 young adults around campus between Friday morning and Sunday evening? No, that’s

almost laughable. This campus is lucky to have half of its residents stay here on a given weekend. Excluding weekends that have concerts, homecoming games and similar events, this holds true. The administration has seen this problem and is trying to correct this, but they’re shooting in the dark. The biggest thing that would keep a student here extends beyond a concert or a conference football game. It has nothing to do with how many movies they can play in the Devils’ Den or filling the Student Center Circle with giant inflatables. It has everything to do with facilities. Memorial Hall, our on-campus mess hall is open for a total of 17 hours combined between Saturday and Sunday every week. It closes at 6:30 p.m. on Saturdays, but any student will tell you that you need to get there by 5:30 p.m. to get anything good to eat. Some of us have jobs that don’t get out till several hours after then. You’re telling us

we can’t eat, even though we paid for the food in advance? The alternative is, for some or unfortunately most students, is to go home. At home you can get a cooked meal at 7 or 8 p.m. on Saturday. A student can sit in the comfort of their own home and study at 4 p.m., which is 15 minutes past the closing time of the library on Saturday. That’s embarrassing. A learning institution that doesn’t have a library open past 3:45 p.m. on a Saturday isn’t a learning institution. It’s a facade. It’s not all grim for this university, however. Departments like RECentral and the Student Center are getting it right. Their buildings and programs extend into the ghost hours on campus, but they alone cannot keep people here. It’s going to take a unified front. Take this time and decide who you want to be, CCSU. Do you want to be a commuter school or a strong respected university? Examining your practices might show you what you’ve already decided.


Work Is Work, Nothing Else

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Taking The Good With The Bad nicholas Proch the recorder

Who wouldn’t want something to be improved? You want a better car, life, house and so on. If you want to improve your house, you either buy a new one or fi x up the one you have. An addition. A pool. You get the idea. The construction on campus is inconvenient. There’s no getting around that. To get to a class in Maria Sanford from Vance Academic isn’t as easy as it once was. Instead of walking two minutes, students now have to walk all the way around a fence which adds a whopping minute to their trek. From the way that the student body is reacting, you’d think that they are all of a sudden in need of a sherpa to get them from point A to B. This is just one of the many complaints that the construction on campus gets on a given day. Personally, I don’t get it. Who cares if it takes you an extra few minutes to get to class? Will those additional steps mean anything to you later? Probably not. If you’re blaming your tardiness on a full-sized Tonka truck, stop. You were probably going to be late for that class anyways. Take a step back and think about why you are actually being inconvenienced. We have to walk those extra steps so that we can make this campus better. It’s a necessary evil. There has to be some trade-off to make things progress forward. That’s how it works. Some will say that it “doesn’t matter, I’m only here another year, I won’t be able to use that building anyways.” That’s just selfish. If those before us had not built half the

buildings on this campus because it was an eye-sore at the time, nothing would be here. You’d be taking class in the woods. For all of you that would like to take class in the woods, go to UConn. How do you know that you’re not going to send your kids to this school or that someone you know might end up going here? You don’t. The real issue lies in the morale and judgement of the student body which is a reflection of society. We love to bicker and complain about everything. You can’t have social security without some kind of drawback. How can you expect to make national and state programs work without paying additional taxes? Does this money just come out of nowhere? We can print more money, sure, but that’s not the solution. We can stand in the rain and freezing cold in Manhattan and complain about the government and what it isn’t doing for us as citizens. We can gripe about banks and how they are raising fees and making it harder for anyone to get ahead. We can do all of these things without looking at ourselves. If we want public services we need to pay for them. These problems aren’t going to go away, but if we learn to bend a little we can certainly help them. Next time you’re walking on campus from the Student Center to Diloreto and you have to pass through the fence area where the bulldozer drives, don’t shoot a nasty look at a construction worker or moan about how there’s dirt on the sidewalk. Instead think about what it is that they are actually doing and be thankful that you belong to an institution that is progressing forward while most of the world is taking a step back.

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With my makeshift study guide in hand, my eyes strayed from the mishmash of fonts and bolded characters, to the vibrantly colored bulletin board on the second floor of Willard Hall. Fittingly, my eyes came to rest on the chic advertisement for a master’s degree program in journalism from Georgetown University. While pondering the prospects of my future, I reminded myself of the task at hand and began to review the definition of “arduous.” “Involving or requiring strenuous effort; difficult and tiring.” I yawned in my thoughts and looked up at the bulletin board again. Among the claims for higher academic callings, were two mundane, identical postings advertising for “Online Work”. The posting made utopian claims like, “Work can be done at Your Own Pace, In Your Spare Time…” and “No experience or Contact Required.” Both skeptical and hopeful, I ripped off one of the tabs and whipped out my iPod touch to check out, the website on the tab. I thought the advertisement might be too good to be true as the adage goes, but I was wrong. The website took the idealistic claims beyond the realm of reality. Qualifications for the job include: “No Resume.”, “No interview.”, “No degree required.”, “No drug test.”,”No background check.” and “No lie detector test.” Even still, the website said it would provide language translation if needed. I stared in astonishment. What was I doing in college?

Why was I wasting my time when there was money to be made? I felt foolish for equating arduous with work. Before me was a real life antonym. Coupled with sophisticated terms and phrases like “PayPal” and “Copyright on file with the United States Library of Congress”, I was sold until I read, “ There is a one time fee of $19.95 to set up Your Work Listing Site Access…” I stared in devastation. I felt like a high school student exposed to communism for the first time, left to realize that history class and textbooks would not be free forever. Was this actually a scam? I got confirmation of my belief from a quick Google search. Apparently someone encountered the same situation three years ago and sought Yahoo Answers for a solution. My short-lived dream of a job that paid dividends without credentials had ended, but I felt a sense of vindication in that fact. At first I let myself be led astray by my journalistic intuition, only to realize what I had suspiciously thought all along. Work will always be something that is meritbased and requisite to life. Yes, some jobs will be easier than others, some jobs will require more work for less pay, and some jobs will require less work for more pay, but one thing is true, jobs are work. Work requires strenuous effort at some point and does not cater to every need. What we learn today are not meaningless figures and ideas, but qualifications. More often than not, qualifications are necessary to achieve our goals. With new insight and my makeshift study guide in hand, I put my head down and got back to work.

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