By Nicole Demouth
About a month ago there was an article printed in the Cardinal titled, “Daring Places to do the Deed”, by Katie Walker. In the next issue there was a letter to the editor ripping Ms. Walker apart, both professionally and personally. Apparently, the author of the letter felt that when parents of prospective students came on campus to visit they would see this and wonder, “What kind of place is this??”
Let’s confront what they probably witnessed before they found the paper.
If you park in the garage and walk across the bridge, you may notice how dirty and dingy it is. That’s pigeon turf and it’s obvious that either the campus ground keepers could care less, or they’re scared to death of animals. The latter option would be hard to believe though, seeing as the squirrels on campus eat better when they pass by overflowing garbage cans than some SAC visitors on break.
We don’t really have grass here on campus either. It’s been mauled over by the leaf choppers. You saw them in the fall between the library and the Humanities building, no? They would shred the leaves into a fine grain with their little “Pope cars” and let it sit to either blow in our faces or begin to form something. What dead leaves turn into after a few months I’m not sure, but it won’t be Kentucky bluegrass. Perhaps U of L is looking towards promoting more of a deep south, swamp-like atmosphere? Still chasing down the Hornets are we?
Perhaps you’ve felt that your major or career is overlooked when you compare your building to others on campus? There are a lot of beautiful, up-to-date, buildings here at U of L. but, there are some ugly ones too. Ones that could be so much better and provide students and faculty with some dignity in what they’ve chosen to pursue for the rest of their lives! Every time I walk into the Natural Sciences building I feel like there should be a table set up to buy tickets to the prom. I’m not trying to be witty here, it’s just that the thought of high school at a university ruins the past four years I’ve spent working so hard at.
The parking dilemma is still in full effect. If you don’t park in the garage, you risk fighting the trains. Now technically, if you are athletic or at least somewhat crafty, they do travel slow enough to allow you to climb on, through, and off of to get to the other side. But seeing as that is a criminal offense, we just wait. And wait. And as you’re waiting, more often than not you may notice that there isn’t even anything in the boxcars. A realization that makes standing there patiently feel worthless.
Oh hell, what am I saying? We just got a new McDonalds! I guess the administration thought that would hold us students over while we shell out our next tuition installment. I do however, wish I was six years old again because no one is ever on that little playground next door…and you know it was always the best when you had the place to yourself.
At least sex secrets raise some eyebrows at U of L, unlike the campus tours.
