Last night, students of this university exploited the recently uncovered rape of 20 boys as an opportunity to chant “USA! USA! USA!” on Beaver Avenue. These were not protesters, they were not patriots—they were jackasses.
The act by UPUA’s steering committee on Sunday of closing their session to the public was, strictly speaking, a legal use of their authority. UPUA bylaws stipulate that all meetings must be public, but (in the parlance of Robert's Rules) it’s germane to suspend bylaws and enter executive (private) session provided ⅔ of voting members agree. This move, while legal, is unethical, much in the same way that it is legal (but unethical) to write “UPUA fucking sucks.”
Hi! My name is Dennis. I saw your column "Mounting Nittany" this morning on the Collegian website and, well, I thought maybe that I’d ask you out on a date. Believe me, I’m not usually this brash, perhaps it was the devil-may-care attitude exhibited in your column that inspired me to write to you. I just got out of a long-term relationship, so I'm not looking for anything particularly serious right now, but based on your column I don't think you are either, so I thought we might be a good match!
UPUA is now acknowledging that they have low visibility on campus. However, rather than embarking on a campaign of substantive effort and change to show students that they are a worthwhile organization interested in furthering the agendas of individual students and student organizations, they are voting to spend $3,000 of your Student Activity Fee on sunglasses, cups, and pens.
If you went to the career fair and are feeling a little bummed about your time there, this post is for you. After attending the career fair, you might feel a little discouraged. You might even start to panic that you studied the wrong major and decide your life is over. This is not the case.