Semester in Review: Things Happened Before Operation Ivy League
Written by Bwog Staff
Woosh! Before finally bidding farewell the most awkwardly named decade ever, please allow a moment to reflect on the madness that was these past few months. Starting tomorrow, the overwhelmingly talented, lovely and British (expect some ‘u’s in words where you don’t usually see them) Claire Sabel, CC’13, will be your Bwog Editor. Claire will reign over this website with tag-queen, Yiddish-master and exactly who we are talking about when we say Bwog is actually a person, Carolyn Ruvkun, and reporting/Internet/headline Emperor David Hu, who will ensure not only that this website exists everyday but also that, in the words of Jay-Z, the best of our todays are the worst of our tomorrows. A promise to you: the world has not seen a triumvirate this capable since Octavius, Marc Antony, and that other one.
Thank you, always, for reading, for commenting, and for tipping. We are always here for you, Columbia-galaxy, and thank you for being there for us. Editing Bwog this year has been an honor, a privilege, and a delight.
The semester began with technological innovations, most importantly our own, but also MTA’s. The rest of the neighborhood remained fairly recognizable. Commencement was sweaty and on video. ’14ers were more prepared for their new lives than ever before – equipped with our definitive guide to safe sex and a healthy (“These will not be the best years of your lives”) dose of cynicism. Nor was NSOP’s theme the least of the mysteries.
The rest of September saw celebs Rufus and JGL, equally coveted Wi-Fi, the launch of BwogWeather (DVD box set coming soon!) and the announcement of pre-professional degrees. We thought that petty crime, and the undercover arrest at the bookstore would be the only notable entries in the annals of Morningside Misdemeanors, and that the Zenawi protest would be the major news of the semester–ha! Also we realized that we live in a jungle. Meanwhile the Vag chronicles continued.
Let us here pause for a moment to consider the veritable PrezBo Renaissance that took place this fall, with the return of his Twitter, and his public appearances with naked men, Kofi Annan, and the deans (who are crazy thrill seekers!!). And so it was decreed that he shall live on for 5 more years. Barnard also received a newcomer: we asked and you commented, and thus A-Hinks was born.
Anywayz…As October came around, the Center for Palestinian Studies was opened, UFOs were sighted, and Obama’s presence requested. The city experienced a freak heat wave, and Halloween fell on a Sunday, making it one of the boringest ever – but y’all still looked fly! The leaves turned as November rolled in and Pinnacle morphed into something weird. Weezy was freed, and we unrealistically hoped he would come for the first ever fall Bacchanal. Gender had a field day when Open Housing finally got off the ground and Judith Butler’s arrival was announced. Anticipating WikiLeaks, Bwog broke its own exposé of The Social Experiment, and scandal abounded when Representative Rangel was found guilty of ethics violations. Harry Potter happened hardcore as did 4Loko. Thus buoyed by sentimentality, we gave sincere thanks.
With the weirdness of Mickey Avalon in Roone, came the cold, and the almost-snow (if only it’d been this) …And then came drug busts. Operation Ivy League was insane, providing limitless fodder–and let’s not forget David Epstein–for the Butler hordes to talk about, as reading week flew by and suddenly finals were upon us. The last nail was placed in the coffin of Manhattanville opposition, just as the Northwest Science Building, aka M-Ville: The Prequel, finally opened. The extent of the drama may or may not explain the bitches goin crazy, but regardless, the news kept coming. With the repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, the issue of ROTC on campus resurfaced yet again, and a new Task Force was organized. On the second-to-last night of finals, the end of the world came and went, as did Santa. Finally, we took a deep breath and wished for life, love and sweaters.