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In the four years that I have worked for the Sou'wester one of the few things which has remained constant is the combination of anxiety, exhaustion and anticipation I feel on Tuesday nights when we send the finished newspaper to the printer. It's impossible to escape that feeling because despite the enormous amount of energy, time, and effort which the Sou'wester staff, writers, and myself put into the newspaper every week, once we send it to the printer it is beyond our control.
If you haven't already, go ahead and read the article in this issue laying out the upcoming implementation of the new fellowship initiative that Rhodes is undertaking as part of its accreditation process. It's important that everyone understand what's going on, which is why I'm writing this editorial as an employee of the Communications Office.
There are some mornings where, no matter how hard I try, I cannot manage to zip up my pants. They just won't fit. Living in a world where the media controls and manipulates my every waking hour, I know that I am not alone in my struggle to survive such mornings.
Photographer Frank Cordelle begins every lecture by preempting two questions: "Do you ever get a boner when photographing nude women?" No. "Are you gay?" No. Although Frank asks these questions to show that nothing is out of line, they simultaneously highlight two all-too-pervasive stereotypes: 1) men cannot differentiate between nudity and sexuality, and 2) if they can, they must be gay.
Around 3PM central time on Saturday, frozen precipitation began pitter-pattering the ground like shaved ice. Because I had no cherry-watermelon flavouring, I could not completely enjoy my sno cone. Being a Memphis resident for many years has taught me to appreciate weather phenomena other than heat spells.