This past week I’ve spent a lot of time and energy thinking about something that’s bothered me for a long time. I know I’m great at writing opinion pieces, and that you all love hearing my thoughts about relevant cultural topics like “What All Roommates Think About Each Other but Don’t Say” and “The Dangers of Mixing Strawberry Lemonade, Svedka and Lime-aritas.” But now I have some more weighty thoughts to share with you, and by God I can’t decide what medium I should use to share them with you.
On one hand, there’s the Columbia Spectator, where I feel I can really connect with a small group of likeminded, unhappy Columbia freshmen. I can submit my piece into the veritable marketplace of ideas, where everyone will applaud me for my bravery and insight into how ‘problematic’ the Columbia Core is.
On the other hand, Odyssey Online provides a platform for me to gripe about all the different struggles that college kids inevitably face. Not to mention the fact that I can reach a much, much, much higher readership with Odyssey Online. Granted, there will be a few Cornellians in the mix, but I’m willing to take it down a few reading levels to make my thoughts more accessible.
What do y’all think?
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