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Are the graduates being dispensed into the world from universities like Rutgers receiving an education that thoroughly challenges the dominant paradigm? Are universities producing students who are agitators or proponents of America’s myopic hierarchical view of success? Or are they putting forth students attempting to use their degrees to open doors and dismantle barriers for those systematically prohibited from access to spaces of socio-economic advancement? More specifically, are the future lawyers the ones who will be defending corporations or the ones opting to do pro-bono cases for economically marginalized communities? Are the future doctors and nurses the ones to set up free clinics in neighborhoods that struggle with health care? Are the business majors working towards solidifying the 1 percent, or are they the ones stimulating the economy through small businesses and entrepreneurial mindsets?
Cyclical economic crises, political tension in different parts of the world and upcoming elections seem to have people debating politics more than usual. This is a good thing. However, we have the responsibility to think critically and not simply repeat the unsubstantiated propaganda pumped at us by the rulers of the capitalist and imperialist class. Perhaps it’s this very propaganda that makes people, even those aware of the horrors of capitalism, resist change.
“Congress shall make no law … abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press,” or so goes the First Amendment of the United States Constitution. Free speech has been a heavily debated issue at Rutgers over the last semester, with everyone from the President of the United States to the President of Rutgers University putting in their own opinions. I figured I may as well add mine. Free speech is a right guaranteed to all Americans, but as noted by Randall Munroe, just because you have the right to say something doesn’t mean anyone has to agree with you. So if you’re part of a movement and you want to expand it, part of the challenge is convincing others to agree with you.
As this semester begins its final march towards the summer, everything seems quite different, yet remarkably similar. For example, this semester’s focus on freedom of speech, as pushed for by Young Americans for Liberty (YAL), has left me with a new opinion on expression, yet I’ve changed very little in terms of belief and political adherence. Beginning with the spark of YAL’s guest speaker, Milo Yiannopoulos — I’m still unimpressed by his remarks about women, but nonetheless convinced about the power of free speech — the metamorphoses was set to take place. After all, if one’s opinion is unchanging towards new insights and evidence, what would be the point of having an opinion in the first place? Ideas should grow with the individual, not keep one in the throes of some has-been fantasy.
First things first: dress the part. Don't wear clothes that are too tight, as they make you look cheap and slutty, and nobody likes an unprofessional person.
A couple days ago, a friend of mine told me that I have a “heightened sense of self.” The original question was whether or not I was stuck up, and while we both concluded that I wasn’t, the idea of me floating just a little bit above the rest came into vision. He assured me that there was no problem with this. But even if there was, I'm not sure I would care. While his comments likely had nothing to do with my race, class or gender, my "heightened sense of self" stems directly from that. My struggles and my accomplishments make me exactly who I am. Every misstep and leap I’ve taken have come together as jigsaw pieces to form the larger puzzle of my life. I'm a black woman from a middle-class family with a myriad of financial struggles. This identity is exactly why I hold myself to a higher standard, one that's most assume to be far beyond my reach.
Of all our civic responsibilities, jury duty is probably the most boring. Most of us show up to a courthouse to sit for too many hours with too many strangers while doing not too much of anything. Is there a way to survive the boredom of jury selection? Here’s one recommendation: Keep your eyes open for the undercover racism that’s almost bound to show up in the selection process.
Fourteen weeks ago, I was one of the thousands of students around the United States that packed my life into a 50-pound suitcase, waved goodbye to my family and friends, hopped on a plane and began my journey to study abroad. Fourteen weeks later, my time abroad has come to an end. Fourteen weeks of embracing a new culture, living with an Italian family, traveling to five countries, learning a new language and spending a lot of money — which is much more colorful than the plain ol' dollar — has come to an end. I can honestly say that I had my doubts about studying abroad. I thought I would miss out on a lot that was happening within my friend group or my family, or I wouldn’t have the time of my life like I expected to have.
Patient-centered care is defined as “a dimension of quality in which care is individualized and customized to patients and families, and in which they, not clinicians, have control over (their) healthcare decisions." In a patient-centered model, quality is understood as “providing care that the patient needs in a manner and time that the patient desires, according to a paper called A 2020 Vision of Patient-Centered Primary Care. Picker Institute also notes in the same article the eight dimensions of patient-centered care which includes having “respect for the patient’s values, preferences and expressed needs," which includes information and education, access to care, emotional support to relieve fear and anxiety, involvement of family and friends, continuity and secure transition between health care settings, physical comfort, and coordination of care. Patient centered care strives to place the patient and the family at the heart of the healthcare system, thereby enabling clinicians to personalize the delivery of their care, according to the Journal of Nursing Administration.
After months of reaching out to the Rutgers community, I am happy to announce that The Daily Targum will continue to publish University news for the next three years. The Targum’s Referendum, which allows our newspaper to remain financially independent from the University, passed in the School of Arts and Sciences, School of Environmental and Biological Sciences, School of Engineering and Mason Gross School of the Arts.
I started college right
after turning 18, and no amount of summers in Brooklyn with my grandparents
prepared me for the culture shock I experienced. Born and raised in Spain,
there were many things I didn’t expect.
Besides potentially being the first U.S. woman president, former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has relatively few merits of her own compared to the socialist Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-Vt). Indeed, without a sexist to oppose, tweeting #ImWithHer isn’t much fun, and Clintonistas everywhere are eagerly scraping the bottom of the barrel to smear Sanders or his supporters as misogynists.
I’ll begin my last column with a confession: It took me four tries and two years to pass my driver’s test. As I watched my friends get their licenses, I got increasingly worried — would I never pass? Thanks to a dose of determination and a deeply patient driving instructor, I finally passed on Jan. 10, 2014 — coincidentally, my younger brother’s 17th birthday was Jan. 11, 2014, and I couldn’t let him pass before I did. While the process didn’t make me feel great, it now turns out I was in good company. A Federal Highway Administration study revealed that only 8.5 million people 19 and younger had their licenses — the lowest number in half a century.
As you are no doubt tired of hearing, this year we are celebrating the 250th anniversary of Rutgers. We are counting forward from the founding date of the royal charter that was issued in 1766. In 2009, Rutgers observed another anniversary: The 200th anniversary of the laying of the cornerstone of the building known as Old Queens. Old Queens now houses Rutgers’ administrative offices, including that of the president. Designed in 1808 by the noted architect John McComb, who also designed City Hall in New York, the building is one of the finest examples of federal architecture in the United States.
He was not the first choice. He was not the second choice. He was the third choice to head the Rutgers men’s basketball program. It has been a few weeks since he took charge, and you can already see a vision being built for the program. A vision that was never evident in the Eddie Jordan era.
Throughout my time here at the Rutgers, I consistently hear of drunken forays into less respectable states and memories that seem to evade an inquiry (yet the person is still able to brag about such endeavors). Drinking alcohol is, and has been, one of my favorite activities since I developed a taste for such a luxury. Therefore, who else but me would be qualified enough to discuss this brewing topic: How should one imbibe with class (not in class, mind you). I would like to take a jab at this most social of topics, and hopefully relay to my readers a new found respect for the grain and grape, from which one will hopefully learn to drink like a responsible adult.
Since the November terrorist attacks in Paris and the March bombings in Brussels, the question of admitting refugees into the United States — particularly Syrian refugees, most of whom are Muslim and Christian — has been a hot-button issue for those in the political and public spheres. While many believe that it is our duty as Americans to provide shelter and safe haven to those coming from war-torn countries and whose homes have been destroyed, others believe that admitting refugees makes us significantly more vulnerable to “radical jihadist” attacks, because refugees, especially Muslim ones, pose “terror threats.”
When you finally hit senior year of college, all anyone wants to know is, “What are you doing after graduation?” Thankfully I’ve had an answer to this question since November. Come this fall, I’ll be moving to Camden, New Jersey, and beginning to teach elementary school at what I consider to be the charter school of my dreams, thanks to Teach For America (TFA). There are a number of misconceptions surrounding TFA, ones that I don’t have all the answers or solutions to. But I can share my story and explain why the fight for educational equity is important to me.
“April is the cruellest month,” declared T.S. Eliot nearly a century ago. I might be inclined to agree with him. It was only a few weeks ago when soft, pastel pink cherry blossoms greeted us on campus — perhaps signaling the official arrival of spring. Yet, as I stroll down College Avenue numerous times a day, I cannot help but pause and watch dull leaves replace the pretty flowers that induce such joy and admiration. The short life span of cherry blossoms leads my wandering thoughts to the concept of transience: the inevitable end of all that breathes. Impermanence is a reality that plagues my very existence. Perhaps April is the cruelest month because it portrays both the beauty of life and the certainty of death.
Study abroad comes with many opportunities and options. Where will you study? Where will you travel? How will you budget? How long will it take you to get used to your life there? But one of the biggest and most influential opportunities during your time abroad is your living space, a homestay or an apartment.