One night while taking a break from excavating and researching in Israel, a group of VCU students were outside when they saw what appeared to be flares go straight into the sky. When those flares began to curve in their direction and a teacher ordered for them to run inside, senior religious studies and psychology major Zavi Harman ran for safety with the others.
As Michael Brown’s body turned cold on the pavement in Ferguson, Missouri last week, my “ifs” turned to “whens:” “When I lose a friend to violence,” “When I get pulled over by a police officer,” “When I feel the barrel:” Who will arbitrate justice for me?
Coming to college can be a frightening adventure for first-year students. Everyone you see is a stranger, tall, mature and exuding an aura of experience.
This column will be my last as opinion editor for the Commonwealth Times.
The end of the semester is nigh, but how could we end the semester without our annual increase in tuition?