Dear Reader,
It has come to my attention that I have not actually introduced myself to the Lawrence comunity since taking on the role of editor-in-chief; I also recently realized that this was something that my predecessors did. So, my apologies for not writing this sooner!
If you’ve spent much time on campus, especially in the wee hours of the morning on a Saturday, you probably know Security Night Shift Supervisor Kevin Goggins — more often known simply as Kevin. Goggins joined the Lawrence University Campus Safety team in August of 2012 — a fact that many who work with Kevin…
eading Luther Abel’s “What in the World” column last week, I had many thoughts — one of which I feel obligated to respond to as the current editor-in-chief of The Lawrentian. In the most recent edition of the column, Luther writes, “Most campus jobs exist only to exist. […] For that matter, Lawrentian staff don’t need to be paid. Campus jobs are created not because the roles are necessary, but because it’s included in financial aid packages as an offset for ludicrously high tuition.”
Paulson speaks at a Be the Light! event held during Winter Term 2020. Photo by Danny Damiani/Office of Communications Tom Paulson ’93 was born on April 29, 1961 and died unexpectedly in his sleep on April 21, 2021. Tom grew up in Kaukauna, Wisc. — roughly 10 minutes down the street from Lawrence. He graduated…
Counseling Services could quite possibly be the greatest resource available to Lawrentians and could also be considered the one that is talked about the least. Approximately one-third of Lawrentians utilize Counseling Services in some capacity but, yet, it’s still something many of us struggle to talk about. Why? It’s probably tied to shame or, at…
For me, being a first-generation college student has a certain amount of pride in it — it’s pretty damn neat to embark upon the unbeaten path, after all. But, at the end of the day, it’s also incredibly alienating. Terms like “imposter syndrome” and “stereotype threat” are often lobbed over to first-generation college…
I thought a thought once, and I did not know what to do with it. So, I put it away — hid it away for a rainy day. But that rainy day never came — as if, as soon as I had a plan for a day full of clouds and raindrops, the skies were…
God said to love thy neighbor. This I could do. Surely, I could love the family living next to mine, the ones who would have a barbeque each Sunday evening. I could definitely love those people and even their little dog too. Even if I never meet these people, I could love them. They looked…
“Write drunk, edit sober.” —Ernest Hemmingway Hemmingway advises us to write drunk, edit sober. In theory, this sounds great. When I read it, I envision a night of words flowing from my fingertips as I hold a glass of scotch — yes, the good stuff. I imagine words pouring out of me faster than any…
