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Volume 102 | Issue 20
Spring Has Sprung: Media & Tech pg. 4
April 5, 2018
“The power of Christ compels you to become a lizard.” - Kyra GreyEyes, Creative Director for The Collegian, when she misheard “sin” as “skin” at 2:03 a.m.
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REGARDING THE BLACKFACE INCIDENT AT WALLA WALLA UNIVERSITY
Last Things First college place, wa | walla walla university
| April 2018 Issue 20
Rock ‘n’ Roll By Meghann Heinrich Nothing makes me feel more alive than using public transportation, and let me tell you, I was feeling very alive during spring break. Big buses, minibuses, trains, trolleys, taxis and ferries—it was not for the faint of heart. For those of you who didn’t catch the worldwide trending movement #heckintrekkinHK18, I’ll clue you in. This kid and three of her buds hit up Hong Kong, and it was a boogie good time. The trip marked the ultimate conclusion to the ongoing saga of the Delta flight vouchers acquired by my sister and me over Christmas break. Avid readers will know exactly what I am talking about; the vast majority of you will not.1 On Thursday, March 22, our group of intrepid travelers sallied forth to PDX, infinity and beyond.
Hey Thanks! “Hey thanks post-springbreak-50-degree-weather for reminding us who the Californians are.” “Hey thanks daily announcement email for making me think I am a little bit popular at around 11:00 a.m. every morning.” “Hey thanks bookstore for giving me a reason to treat myself to consolation Blue Palm after spending $300 on books.”
I’ve always lived a pretty rock ’n’ roll lifestyle—ask Kevin Cummings and he’ll say, “Oh yeah, that kid lives a pretty rock ’n’ roll lifestyle,” and Kevin wouldn’t lie (I can’t stress this enough). Still don’t believe me? Okay, well I didn’t want to do this here—I was actually in the middle of a pretty good story—but I can’t just let you go on believing I am not living a rock ’n’ roll lifestyle. I’m not proud of it, but in high school I tried to dread my hair. Three times. You happy? Unfortunately, it didn’t take; it just looked like a rat had taken up residency atop my head. I did little-to-no research on dreading techniques and because of my rock ’n’ roll tendencies I quickly became disenchanted with the whole business and moved on to other rock ’n’ roll stuff like baking muffins for my friends every Monday and bringing back
shoulder pads. Now that we have that all cleared up, I will just say that the rock ’n’ roll spirit was in rare form during the Hong Kong trip. Everywhere we went, everything we did, all day every day was rock ’n’ roll. We mastered the art of hailing minibuses and missing our stops in no time at all. I held a chatty parrot and saw more Teslas and McLarens than you would expect on casual days; all this and only once did our group get separated. As I waved at my sister growing smaller and smaller through the rear window of a bus that was rapidly whisking us away while she stood alone at the bus stop, I remember thinking, “There are two types of people in Hong Kong: the quick, and the ones left behind at bus stops.”2 Our last day in Hong Kong was
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spent at one of the most well known rock ’n’ roll places on earth. That’s right, you guessed it: Disneyland. What a time to be alive. The maximum wait time for the rides was 20 minutes, and the live shows were positively inspiring. We were living our best rock ’n’ roll lives. During the parade, Bert and Mary Poppins were within high-fiving distance, and the former threw me a wink, which, as you can imagine, was pretty rock ’n’ roll. As we watched the last glimmer of the final light show die down and the mass of people head to the trains and exit the park, I remember feeling the normal internal sadness that comes when a really good thing has to end. Then I stopped because that thinking was not rock ’n’ roll. I started to think that maybe I didn’t completely understand the concept, but then I
looked down and caught a glimpse of my drama club fanny pack, and I knew: that was rock ’n’ roll, baby.
1 A really fabulous long story shorter: we were bumped from our flight home for the holidays and received $1,100 in flight vouchers a piece. We are now self-declared Delta promoters and still waiting on the official sponsorship, which should be coming in any day now. 2 Major Disclaimer: my sister is very savvy, and the bus incident was anything but her fault. This is just one of thousands of funny thoughts that pop into my brain, and she understands that I am obligated to share it with you all because this is, in fact, supposed to be a chuckle-worthy column.
Research I did a research project about sleep deprivation in college students.
Student: Overalls or cover-alls? Professor Joel Libby: Cover most. “That’s pretty dramatic.”
How’d that go?
- Professor Jody Washburn, talking about using a stick to pull down a projector screen “I joke about boarding academies being Calvinist, you should have seen Sittner in 1969.” - Professor Terry Gottschall “I just left a plume in the bathroom.” - Professor Kirt Onthank
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I didn’t sleep.
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