The CDR means many things to many different people. For athletes, its the time for their team to gather and unwind after a long day of practice, for freshman, its an intimidating place filled with awkward first encounters, and for the rest of the those who dine there, it is a convenient place to eat and meet up with friends. While many flippantly complain about the food being served there, there is a more urgent and disheartening concern at hand. Every night, after dinner is over, dozens and dozens of chaffers of wasted food are poured out into the trash. Due to food regulations, Sodexo cannot donate food from pans that have already been served from. However, what about the trays upon trays of untouched food that go to waste? Instead of feeding the impoverished citizens of the city we are so distinctly removed from, the food is then put in the compost barrel or thrown away.
Living amongst the impoverished citizens of Springfield, it seems like a crime to be throwing away all of this food when our neighbors are struggling to feed their families.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Great Expectations
There are very few things I enjoy more than writing, and those things are, in this exact order: cats and the color black. With that being said, writing is a wonderful third thing to love, and as it is with all wonderful third loved things, it is only natural to practice them in all applications. When it comes to newswriting however, my skills often fall short and I find myself stuck between writing an intolerably dull piece or turning a short brief into an overly colorful disaster. I expect that through this course I will be able to find a new voice worthy of newswriting, and learn the skills necessary to write effective stories. I also expect to be challenged in finding interesting topics as well as creating a varied writing style. I suppose these are great expectations, however, nothing was ever gained from a lack of things expected.
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