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Almost one year ago to the day, during my freshman year on the Plains, I had just landed in San Antonio with one of my best friends. As we deplaned, a massive poster caught our eyes: “The Road Ends Here.” It didn’t really hit us until that moment that when we returned to Auburn, nothing would be the same. The road really was about to end.
To the clueless observer, combat sports consist of two punch-drunk meatheads trading blows until one is too concussed to go on. The suggestion that such violence is guided by any strategy, let alone centuries of reflection from competing schools of thought, seems ridiculous.
In January, citizens led one of the largest civilian protests in Iran’s history, calling for changes in the current regime's control of the state. The people of Iran protested primarily for a change to the current Islamic dictatorship, as well as economic justice by storming the streets of Tehran, ultimately forcing a reaction from their government due to the sheer size of the protest. One month later, UN experts suspect a current civilian death toll to exceed 20,000 casualties, with the Iranian government suspected as responsible for these killings.
Every Auburn Student knows about campaign week. Flooded concourses, teams of colors fighting for votes on every corner. Instagram feeds flood with graphics. Everyone’s watching, everyone’s invested. But did it ever strike you that this isn’t the norm? In comparison to other public universities across the south, this is intense.
Among the thousand introductions during the first week in college, amidst the hometowns and majors, is a question with an intriguing answer. “What brought you to Auburn?” Invariably, I heard about the programs students applied for, the beautiful campus or proximity to home. One of these responses, however, stood out: the occasional “I appreciate how conservative it is."
Quick Disclaimer: I will use the term “liberal" frequently in this article. In recent years, the practical meaning of the term has morphed into an often pejorative one for a person on the political left. This is nowhere near the true meaning of the word, which I would encourage you to learn, not just for the purpose of understanding this article.
Mankind’s greatest atrocities have arisen in large part from abstraction, from hiding humanity behind lifeless ideas. We are tribal animals, and we have been since the beginning.
If anyone paid close attention to the Winter Olympics this year, they’d know the drama and news have been plentiful. My favorite moments included Sturla Holm Lægreid, after winning bronze in 20km biathlon, openly admitting to cheating on his girlfriend, and the absolute scene of the men’s Canadian and Swedish curling game.
Lately, my social media algorithm has been circling back to Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar,” specifically her famous poem “The Fig Tree." In the poem, Plath expands upon the seemingly endless choices in life — and how, with each decision, your path becomes more focused and equally more limited.
The writing world of the past was full of political commentary, and in today's age, art and music have become a common avenue of political expression. However, while many have swapped typewriters for canvases and microphones, most have lost this in regular dialogue, claiming they're "not a political person."
“Human rights does not come with a citizenship requirement.” – We The Urban
If anyone today were to browse the contents of any news, streaming or podcast platform, it would not be long until some form of true crime media appeared.
Let's try and find a moment where the chaos suffices, and we can find the long lost peace of mind. Lauryn Hill spoke for all of us when she said she’s “gotta find peace of mind.” Where is the peace of mind? It’s seemingly nowhere. The chaos fills the lungs of world leaders, and their spewing spit waters the soil of our moldable minds. Our minds expand with rage against the other side. That rage is oftentimes justified. What could help find peace of mind?
Auburn University’s pervasive culture and strong sense of tradition suggest a rich and extensive history, set in stone by George Petrie’s famous Creed — which is painted, engraved and plastered across campus.
The Auburn University Creed was published by The Auburn Plainsman on Jan. 21, 1944, around two months after George Petrie finished writing it. The originally published issue was brief: “We will not elaborate; the creed speaks for itself, powerfully.”
Myths of Auburn University
The Auburn Plainsman, Feb. 1, 2196 - The last humanities professor
Why would we want to automate every part of human life? Have we become so desensitized to human connection through technology and social media that the real purpose of art has become incomprehensible? Art exists as a form of creative therapy, right?
Let me preface with: forgive me, Plainsman. I meant not what I said three years ago, on that rainy campus tour of Auburn.
Sometimes, our favorite pieces of art are created by objectionable artists. So how do we square the art that we love so much with the oftentimes unsavory individuals that make it?
