Roxy Hammond
World needs real idols
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Some last-minute advice before columnist departs
Wow. I am sitting down to write my last column for The Collegian. Ever.?It felt like this day would never come.
Columnist bids farewell to readership
To tie up my dynasty here at SDSU, I have decided to do two columns based on my experiences here. One to reflect on the lessons I have learned as a student and a columnist, and another to specifically pass that wisdom on to anyone who cares to read it. Here is part one.
Compensation for exploitation
Boobs. Now that got your attention, didn’t it? It is amazing how much money can be made from the exploitation of such a simple body part. I’m convinced that women could rule the world if they simply walked around in their bras all day long. Men wouldn’t even know what hit them.
Columnist finds she and mom have some things in common
When I was younger, people always told me that I would grow up to be like my mother. It happens to all girls, you know. It’s like getting fat and grey haired-it’s just fate. I would always scoff at them and insist that I would grow up cooler than my mom. There would be no waist-high old woman jeans or getting drunk on wine and doing that sway-step dance in the middle of the living room while singing Boston slightly off-key.
Legislature ignores privacy issue
The South Dakota State Legislature has been busy regulating our sex lives again. The mostly-male legislature passed/failed two measures this session-one that requires a doctor to offer a woman a view of her ultrasound before her abortion (SB-88) and one that would have removed legal protection to pharmacists that deny medication, including birth control, if they feel it could be used for suicide, or it goes against their conscience (SB-164).
School systems fail to keep up with changing American society
A few weeks ago, I wrote a column about how my Spanish classes were killing me. Around the same time, the Sioux Falls school district announced they were going to start the first Spanish-immersion program at Rosa Parks Elementary School. Cool, I thought. Start those poor little suckers out early so they’re not suffering through their college level classes as I am.
Writer ponders grown-up status
What is adulthood? When I was younger, the thing I looked forward to the most about adulthood was being able to order my own pizza. Not having to beg Mom and Dad to do it or picking off all the mushrooms and other vegetables they ordered on it. I fantasized about the day when I could pick up the telephone, take out my checkbook and buy my own damn pizza.
Multi-lingual barriers frustrate self-proclaimed chatterbox
Estoy estupida. I’m a triple major. I’m an over-achiever with the inability to quit. I’ve been around this joint for five years now, and I’m starting to feel the burn. I’m currently in my final semester, finishing off my third and final degree-Spanish. Why is this significant, you ask? Because it is the hardest academic thing I’ve ever had to do.
Jukebox hero-worship thrives
I have a fever. And the only cure is more Guitar Hero. Yes, I have been bitten by the rock star bug. I was first introduced to the highly addictive game last year, but this year has allowed my addiction to flourish. Instead of going out, my friends and I sometimes drink and challenge each other to rendition after rendition of “Psychobilly Freak-out,” and other classics that kick your coordination’s butt.
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