Post by FriendsofAN44 on May 2, 2005 13:56:59 GMT -5
Many reasons to bid good riddance
By Stephanie Boyle
Advisory Editor
A student’s declaration of independence:
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one person to dissolve the bands, which have connected her with another, … a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that she should declare the causes, which impel her to the separation.
I hold these truths to be self-evident:
• Walking around with a backpack in any dorm at 5 p.m. on a Friday doesn’t fool anybody. Hope it’s something better than Keystone Light in that Jansport.
• Drinking a case by yourself in a weekend, however doable, does not make you cool.
• Kicking seniors off campus just hours after they graduate sends a clear message: give us your tuition money and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Calling it “tough love” is about as accurate as saying Ike Turner “love tapped” Tina.
• They’re throwing us out, but seniors all still got those “donate to Bonaventure” letters. Make sure any money you donate is restricted giving, or you might wind up paying for those plastic containers they charge 20 cents for the in the RC Cafe.
• Rules of logic do not apply in the Bubble. My friend sacrificed nine-tenths of her time here at Bonaventure to other people. She actively participated at Mt. Irenaeus and barely slept in her four years here so she could graduate with an honors degree. She was notified by e-mail on Tuesday that because her GPA did not meet the 3.25 requirement, she would not receive that degree. She was notified after she completed and presented her honors project. Honors projects take an unbelievable amount of work and two semesters of one’s life to complete.
• Notifying someone by e-mail that their work during the last year was all for naught must be against Franciscan values.
• I learned that until a few weeks ago, students had a right to withdraw from a class even if they cheated. I learned this week that a student could slave away for four years and still not graduate with an honors degree because the head of a program couldn’t check a grade sheet in August.
• The motto “Get a life worth sharing” insults everybody who reads it along with the people who go here. The opportunities this university provided have helped me become who I am today, but my life was worth sharing before I set foot on this campus. And I wouldn’t have a drinking problem.
• Part of “getting a life worth sharing” should be spelling Procter correctly in a commercial about university alumni.
• It now costs about $28,000 per year to “get a life worth sharing.” Students need to question whether benefit of education outweighs cost of said education.
• Security Services is not secure. Most students won’t have the luxury to call security three times at 3 a.m. if something’s really wrong. But park behind the Reilly Center for five minutes, and bam, there’s one of those soccer mom vans.
• There’s only one place in the world that Sudafed, ibuprofen, yellow lozenges and salt packets can cure everything, and it’s on this campus.
• No matter how many times staff of The Bona Venture catches people, including administrators, in lies, nothing ever happens. And it says right on the university’s Web site that this school values integrity. Really?
• People give the staff of The Bona Venture little thanks and a lot of flak. I don’t know why. They’re students and they’re learning their trade. Try doing what that staff does in a week.
• Off-campus residents and non-Bonaventure students seem to vandalize our campus regularly. Maybe we should put up a gate.
• I don’t care what the numbers say. Parking and housing will never be convenient. Never.
• From December to May, the potholes on campus do more to slow traffic than the speed bumps.
• Students get three free newspapers here every weekday. Read them. Doing crossword puzzles will improve your vocabulary.
• Professors here are rarely paid what they’re worth.
• Though some pass it off as such, the Reilly Center is not a student union.
• Reading old Bona Ventures from the 1970s just might provide some perspective. Turns out, students back then faced the same things we did. And they had to worry about intervisitation.
• The archives will also show you students will complain far more than they will act to improve the situation.
And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, I pledge my life, my fortune and my sacred honor. I will miss some of these things, these memories, these truths I have come to know. I will miss my friends and the professors who showed me how to write. They have all been part of my “good journey.”<br>
Oh, and did you know that Bona Venture, translated into English, means good luck? Didn’t think so.
To those who remain, good luck.
Students will leave university unwanted
By Holly McIntyre
Advisory Editor
They don’t want us here anymore. At least, that’s what it feels like.
I had three great years here at St. Bonaventure. Everything came together. The school was great, the classes were good and the friends were wonderful. I love this school, I’ve loved most of my classes and professors, and, like everyone says in The Faces You See stories, I love the place and the people.
Even after the basketball scandal my sophomore year, I had the greatest hope and respect for the new administrators.
It has been a great senior year with great classes and friends, but what happened to this university? Suddenly, I’m disappointed in the school.
The administrators took away our beer truck and gave us drink tickets for senior week. OK, I don’t like it, but I can accept it. At least they made an attempt to compromise. I’m still not sure I’ll buy senior week tickets, though.
Then they effectively ripped up their faculty’s syllabi by telling them even if the syllabus said plagiarism deserved an F, the administration could overrule the syllabus. Ouch. The syllabus should be an agreement between professors and students, not between students and the administration with professors hoping the administration agrees.
I came here for the faculty and the good things I heard about the journalism school. The quality of this university will be seriously hurt if professors start leaving because the administration overrules their decisions.
Students stand behind the faculty before the administration. The faculty and students are the face of the university, but they’re not smiling anymore.
Finally, they are literally kicking us seniors out. They want us out the day of graduation. The housing office sent letters to seniors and their parents listing tips for moving out fast. Take stuff home before graduation, they said. Pack up the car in the morning, they said. Sounds kind of like, “Thanks for your money. Get out before we lock the doors.”<br>
Traditionally, seniors could stay until the morning after graduation. The graduation ceremony ends in the afternoon. After four great years, we want to say goodbye, not race to our vehicles and see who can cram the most stuff inside in the minimum span of time. People who live more than a few hours away will be driving through the night after a long and stressful day.
Not a good note to end four years of St. Bonaventure University on.
And soon, the university will ask me to donate. Ha! My first priorities for my money are food and shelter.
But some day I do hope to have enough disposable income to donate—even on a journalist’s salary. It’s not going to the university as a whole, though. It’s going to the journalism school. It’s going to The Bona Venture. It’s going to the groups around campus who welcomed my peers and me.
I haven’t felt welcomed or respected by this university in the past year.
Administrators, this university is losing its sense of community. Bits and pieces are still great. Much of it is failing. Lighten the chokehold on the faculty, and let the students enjoy their time here. I once had such hope for.
By Stephanie Boyle
Advisory Editor
A student’s declaration of independence:
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one person to dissolve the bands, which have connected her with another, … a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that she should declare the causes, which impel her to the separation.
I hold these truths to be self-evident:
• Walking around with a backpack in any dorm at 5 p.m. on a Friday doesn’t fool anybody. Hope it’s something better than Keystone Light in that Jansport.
• Drinking a case by yourself in a weekend, however doable, does not make you cool.
• Kicking seniors off campus just hours after they graduate sends a clear message: give us your tuition money and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Calling it “tough love” is about as accurate as saying Ike Turner “love tapped” Tina.
• They’re throwing us out, but seniors all still got those “donate to Bonaventure” letters. Make sure any money you donate is restricted giving, or you might wind up paying for those plastic containers they charge 20 cents for the in the RC Cafe.
• Rules of logic do not apply in the Bubble. My friend sacrificed nine-tenths of her time here at Bonaventure to other people. She actively participated at Mt. Irenaeus and barely slept in her four years here so she could graduate with an honors degree. She was notified by e-mail on Tuesday that because her GPA did not meet the 3.25 requirement, she would not receive that degree. She was notified after she completed and presented her honors project. Honors projects take an unbelievable amount of work and two semesters of one’s life to complete.
• Notifying someone by e-mail that their work during the last year was all for naught must be against Franciscan values.
• I learned that until a few weeks ago, students had a right to withdraw from a class even if they cheated. I learned this week that a student could slave away for four years and still not graduate with an honors degree because the head of a program couldn’t check a grade sheet in August.
• The motto “Get a life worth sharing” insults everybody who reads it along with the people who go here. The opportunities this university provided have helped me become who I am today, but my life was worth sharing before I set foot on this campus. And I wouldn’t have a drinking problem.
• Part of “getting a life worth sharing” should be spelling Procter correctly in a commercial about university alumni.
• It now costs about $28,000 per year to “get a life worth sharing.” Students need to question whether benefit of education outweighs cost of said education.
• Security Services is not secure. Most students won’t have the luxury to call security three times at 3 a.m. if something’s really wrong. But park behind the Reilly Center for five minutes, and bam, there’s one of those soccer mom vans.
• There’s only one place in the world that Sudafed, ibuprofen, yellow lozenges and salt packets can cure everything, and it’s on this campus.
• No matter how many times staff of The Bona Venture catches people, including administrators, in lies, nothing ever happens. And it says right on the university’s Web site that this school values integrity. Really?
• People give the staff of The Bona Venture little thanks and a lot of flak. I don’t know why. They’re students and they’re learning their trade. Try doing what that staff does in a week.
• Off-campus residents and non-Bonaventure students seem to vandalize our campus regularly. Maybe we should put up a gate.
• I don’t care what the numbers say. Parking and housing will never be convenient. Never.
• From December to May, the potholes on campus do more to slow traffic than the speed bumps.
• Students get three free newspapers here every weekday. Read them. Doing crossword puzzles will improve your vocabulary.
• Professors here are rarely paid what they’re worth.
• Though some pass it off as such, the Reilly Center is not a student union.
• Reading old Bona Ventures from the 1970s just might provide some perspective. Turns out, students back then faced the same things we did. And they had to worry about intervisitation.
• The archives will also show you students will complain far more than they will act to improve the situation.
And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, I pledge my life, my fortune and my sacred honor. I will miss some of these things, these memories, these truths I have come to know. I will miss my friends and the professors who showed me how to write. They have all been part of my “good journey.”<br>
Oh, and did you know that Bona Venture, translated into English, means good luck? Didn’t think so.
To those who remain, good luck.
Students will leave university unwanted
By Holly McIntyre
Advisory Editor
They don’t want us here anymore. At least, that’s what it feels like.
I had three great years here at St. Bonaventure. Everything came together. The school was great, the classes were good and the friends were wonderful. I love this school, I’ve loved most of my classes and professors, and, like everyone says in The Faces You See stories, I love the place and the people.
Even after the basketball scandal my sophomore year, I had the greatest hope and respect for the new administrators.
It has been a great senior year with great classes and friends, but what happened to this university? Suddenly, I’m disappointed in the school.
The administrators took away our beer truck and gave us drink tickets for senior week. OK, I don’t like it, but I can accept it. At least they made an attempt to compromise. I’m still not sure I’ll buy senior week tickets, though.
Then they effectively ripped up their faculty’s syllabi by telling them even if the syllabus said plagiarism deserved an F, the administration could overrule the syllabus. Ouch. The syllabus should be an agreement between professors and students, not between students and the administration with professors hoping the administration agrees.
I came here for the faculty and the good things I heard about the journalism school. The quality of this university will be seriously hurt if professors start leaving because the administration overrules their decisions.
Students stand behind the faculty before the administration. The faculty and students are the face of the university, but they’re not smiling anymore.
Finally, they are literally kicking us seniors out. They want us out the day of graduation. The housing office sent letters to seniors and their parents listing tips for moving out fast. Take stuff home before graduation, they said. Pack up the car in the morning, they said. Sounds kind of like, “Thanks for your money. Get out before we lock the doors.”<br>
Traditionally, seniors could stay until the morning after graduation. The graduation ceremony ends in the afternoon. After four great years, we want to say goodbye, not race to our vehicles and see who can cram the most stuff inside in the minimum span of time. People who live more than a few hours away will be driving through the night after a long and stressful day.
Not a good note to end four years of St. Bonaventure University on.
And soon, the university will ask me to donate. Ha! My first priorities for my money are food and shelter.
But some day I do hope to have enough disposable income to donate—even on a journalist’s salary. It’s not going to the university as a whole, though. It’s going to the journalism school. It’s going to The Bona Venture. It’s going to the groups around campus who welcomed my peers and me.
I haven’t felt welcomed or respected by this university in the past year.
Administrators, this university is losing its sense of community. Bits and pieces are still great. Much of it is failing. Lighten the chokehold on the faculty, and let the students enjoy their time here. I once had such hope for.