2008 Woodie Awards
From the new editor's desk: I wish I was also in Tasmania
Issue date: 1/17/08 Section: Opinions
Though many of you will miss her, unfortunately Katie Newingham is abroad this winter term. She's in Tasmania, having an amazing time in the sun. I have been chosen to take over her position as the interim Opinions Section Editor. My name is Patrick Fergusson, my email is fergussp@union.edu, and feel free to send me any articles you want on absolutely any topic you can come up with.
I promised my editor-in-chief that I would not use this new position to rant about this and that around campus. That I would bring investigative, informative pieces to the opinions section akin to the always stellar, always amazing World Views portion of the newspaper, of which I used to head along with Evan Duffy.
But seeing as most will likely think Katie is still in charge of opinions, and that I have enough rants to fill this section for terms and terms to come, I have decided to discuss whatever it is that makes me angry. Considering my enrollment at Union College, finding a topic to talk about is a little like playing wheel of fortune, except no matter how hard you spin, winning is impossible.
Today my spin landed on the weather. So here are three reasons why Schenectady weather pisses me off:
1. Snow. I fuc*ing hate the snow. I'm from Seattle, and during this past winter break I saw my second white Christmas in 20 years (21 at a bar). It was great. A light smattering of half-inch deep snow-enough to shake out those cobweb memories of Christmas movies and the obese strip mall Santa-made my gift-giving/receiving day one to remember. But that's west coast snow, a friendlier, gentler version of what we get here. The snow in Schenectady is an awful, knee deep hell snow that makes it impossible to get anywhere unless you played football or baseball and know what "high knees" are. The only plus I've found of the snow and the sub-zero temperatures is that if I walk outside after I've taken a shower, in less than thirty seconds I don't need hair gel the rest of the day. Don't get me wrong I'm happy for all you ski bums out there-yesterday I heard a friend talk about taking the winter term off to chill on a mountain with his skis and his parents' money-but on behalf of everyone else trying to get by: f you snow.
I promised my editor-in-chief that I would not use this new position to rant about this and that around campus. That I would bring investigative, informative pieces to the opinions section akin to the always stellar, always amazing World Views portion of the newspaper, of which I used to head along with Evan Duffy.
But seeing as most will likely think Katie is still in charge of opinions, and that I have enough rants to fill this section for terms and terms to come, I have decided to discuss whatever it is that makes me angry. Considering my enrollment at Union College, finding a topic to talk about is a little like playing wheel of fortune, except no matter how hard you spin, winning is impossible.
Today my spin landed on the weather. So here are three reasons why Schenectady weather pisses me off:
1. Snow. I fuc*ing hate the snow. I'm from Seattle, and during this past winter break I saw my second white Christmas in 20 years (21 at a bar). It was great. A light smattering of half-inch deep snow-enough to shake out those cobweb memories of Christmas movies and the obese strip mall Santa-made my gift-giving/receiving day one to remember. But that's west coast snow, a friendlier, gentler version of what we get here. The snow in Schenectady is an awful, knee deep hell snow that makes it impossible to get anywhere unless you played football or baseball and know what "high knees" are. The only plus I've found of the snow and the sub-zero temperatures is that if I walk outside after I've taken a shower, in less than thirty seconds I don't need hair gel the rest of the day. Don't get me wrong I'm happy for all you ski bums out there-yesterday I heard a friend talk about taking the winter term off to chill on a mountain with his skis and his parents' money-but on behalf of everyone else trying to get by: f you snow.
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