AU alum’s nonprofit helps students tackle climate change
Alum Andreas Karelas has set out to redefine the nature of environmental activism through his startup, RE-volv, and he’s bringing AU students with him.
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Alum Andreas Karelas has set out to redefine the nature of environmental activism through his startup, RE-volv, and he’s bringing AU students with him.
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Many college graduates have to answer similar post-graduation questions: Where will I live? Where will I work? Does frozen pizza count as meal prep?
The Center for Diversity and Inclusion unveiled a new addition to the bathrooms on the second floor of the Mary Graydon Center: a sign reading “All-Gender Multistall Restroom.”
Briana Kinsey, an American University graduate student who was named Miss D.C. in June, took the Miss America stage Sept. 10 in Atlantic City, New Jersey and was named third runner-up -- fourth place -- out of 50 contestants from around the country.
An AU graduate student stepped away from finals in June and onto the Miss America stage, taking home the crown for Miss D.C. on June 18.
Like many other fans, I anxiously awaited Lady Gaga’s latest release, a single titled “The Cure.” The week before I had immersed myself in the melodies of her previous album, “Joanne,” an album that had seen my tears, desperation and ultimate revival after a recent breakup. I thought her new song would bring me into the next stage of healing, yet I was shocked at the emotional regression that the track displayed. While I do not know the intentions behind Lady Gaga’s art or her creative process, I can only speak to how it made me feel and what I think hints at a larger issue.
Since before I can remember, I have been scared of men. I avoid them at grocery stores, preferring to have my groceries scanned by a cranky old woman or an uninterested teenager. I keep my eyes low in elevators, checking and re-checking my phone for messages that are not there. I look behind my shoulder, jumping at my own shadow when I walk home from campus at night.
Recently, I sat in my living room and watched a mediocre white man destroy what should have been an uninterrupted celebration of the success and excellence that artists of color displayed this year. Since I am not a person of color, I will not try to attest to what the successes and blunders of the Oscars meant to different communities. Rather, I will try to dissect how Jimmy Kimmel’s Oscar host performance revealed how far off we as a society are from understanding, never mind dismantling, white supremacy.
To run a good campaign, to start a movement or to mobilize the masses, you need a strong, catchy message. Something that is clear, concise and easily printed on a t-shirt. People respond well to catchy phrases and short quips, a few connected words that make you feel like you’re linked to something bigger.
I had never heard the term “self-care” more than during my first experience at AU. I sat in the Ward Circle Building listening to orientation speeches and tried to memorize each slide that flashed before my eyes, as if each jumble of words contained the secret to surviving here.
Just a few months ago, I sat on Capitol Hill and answered phones. I listened to mothers and fathers plead and bargain with me. I heard the anger of the people in Cape Cod as they rushed to spill out all they needed to, overwhelmed with the opportunity of a listening ear on the other end of their call.
Free college was a highly contested topic in this election, inciting young voters to make their way to the polls and vote in favor of the candidate who understands the fears and struggles that accompany loans and seemingly insurmountable debt. Social justice cries can be heard across college campuses as students are fighting to make their voices heard.
When I was in elementary school, I was taught math, reading, writing and the Bible. It was squeezed in between grammar and gym class, becoming embedded into my daily life and integral to how I perceived the world.
My oversized flannel is among my most prized possessions. It’s comfortable, matches my style and comes with the bragging rights of costing only $4. Like much of my wardrobe it comes from Goodwill. By shopping at thrift stores, I could enjoy the bragging rights of not shopping at “mainstream” stores while also keeping my pockets comfortably lined with my mother’s money.
When I heard about the video regarding Trump’s “locker room talk” and listened to him speak so nonchalantly about violent and life-altering acts committed against women, I sat on my bed and I cried. When I refreshed my newsfeed and was notified of yet another male Republican politician disavowing Trump, I closed my laptop and felt a deep sense of sadness wash over my heart and settle into my bones. This time, Trump’s bigotry had apparently ruffled too many feathers. Certain men and women could now relate because everyone knows a woman and no one would want to disrespect their own wife or daughter. However, this same outrage was not afforded to Muslim people or black people or immigrants or disabled people or any other person that wasn’t white or who apparently was not present in the life of a male Republican. As I sat in my bed and contemplated the end of humanity, I realized that this fight was not over.
I recently attended a talk regarding the politics of disagreement in a campus community featuring Professor Jamie Raskin. The conversation was full of respectful disagreements concerning the topics of safe spaces, trigger warnings and “PC culture.” However, Andrew Magloughlin, the student representative for AU’s Young Americans for Liberty chapter, made a comment that stuck with me.
One of the first things I noticed when I stepped foot on this campus were the shuttles. They are the gateway from AU to the rest of D.C., where opportunities lay abundant and ready for the picking, and that is the message that these shuttles boast.
Why can’t AU be a “science school?”
When I first arrived at AU and took my seat on the first day of class, I was reminded of the cardinal rule of classroom discussion: in here, we debate politics, not people. Of course, this principle was rarely put into practice, as I watched rivalries develop both inside and outside of the classroom. Debates became personal and it seemed as though there was no divide between the two realms of discussion. It seemed as though your political affiliation was expected in the same breath as your name.