Letters to the Editor
At this time when we are all searching for sources of pragmatic hope, I have been hugely encouraged by interactions with architects, engineers, and building owners in New York City ...
Will We Get to See Some of These Seeds Take Root? The Value of Your Curiosity
Some ideas are like seeds. Some seeds are lovingly planted in well-tended gardens and others scattered in the wind. In either case, it’s not always clear which seeds, not unlike ...
HELP! I’m Trapped in a Student Newspaper!
HELP! PLEASE! Seriously, CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?? I’m not playing around guys. I don’t know how I’m getting the paper to do this, you know, say what I’m thinking, but ...
WSA Pay: A Dissenting Senator’s Take
I am the only WSA senator who voted no to paying myself. Watching a group of well-intentioned senators propose to raise their own pay unilaterally using student money, and then ...
WSA Pay: A WSA Student Employment Chair’s Take
When an amendment to raise Senator and Wesleyan Student Assembly (WSA) Leadership compensation was proposed, I was instantly in opposition. A random raise from $850 per semester to $1,000? Absolutely ...
Against Pragmatism, Against Hope—For Desire
This piece is part of Letters on Pragmatic Hope, an essay series in which Wesleyan professors and administrators reflect on a daunting question: How can students act with purpose and efficacy ...
Pragmatism and the Long Path of Reform
This piece is part of Letters on Pragmatic Hope, an essay series in which Wesleyan professors and administrators reflect on a daunting question: How can students act with purpose and efficacy ...
Before We Succeed, We Must Decide
With summer at the University just around the corner, the campus feels less like a place of reflection and more like a recruiting fair. Everyone is in a rush to ...
Look Up
This piece is part of Letters on Pragmatic Hope, an essay series in which Wesleyan professors and administrators reflect on a daunting question: How can students act with purpose and efficacy ...
Community is Not Comfort
It’s 10:30 p.m., and I’ve just realized I haven’t finished my English essay, the one due at midnight. Apparently taking four writing-heavy classes as an English major was not, in ...
