The best posters of the Keystone XL pipeline protest

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photo via Yifan Zhang ’15

The long weekend proved eventful for many Brown students. Some went back home and indulged in homemade meals until their stomachs went numb. Some stayed on campus and caught up with their assigned readings the latest series of Doctor Who. Others rode eight hours on a Washington DC-bound bus to march to the White House in the ungodly cold and protest the pending construction of the Keystone XL pipeline along with 50,000 other people. I was one of these students.

Most of these individuals belong to the campus group RISCC (Rhode Island Student Climate Coalition), though they were also joined by Sierra Club Members and other fellow Rhode Islanders.

Now don’t panic, I’m not here to give you a dreary science lesson or to scold you on your preexisting viewpoints regarding our climate. You don’t need to be bombarded with statistics or preachy arguments. However, I am here to show you some wickedly awesome protest signs made by Brown students and prove that participating in a protest in not only life-changing, but also just plain fun.

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Brown culture shock: That time I visited another school

Paging Captain Obvious: we live in a bubble. What bubble that is depends on the person you speak with, but I want to talk about the Brown Culture Bubble, a place where we are PC 24/7, overly sensitive, and gender is a spectrum, not a binary. To us, that type of language doesn’t faze us. Binaries, hegemonies, SPG—those are all just words we throw around over chicken fingers at the V-Dub.

This past weekend, I traveled to our nation’s capital to visit a friend at her college. I was too excited by the idea of being a tourist, visiting free museums, and looking for clues with Nicolas Cage to think about what it would be like to visit another school—one that is nothing like Brown—and what a culture shock that would be.

First thing I realized: not everyone is liberal. It’s no secret that most students lean to the left at Brown. So I probably overstepped my boundaries a bit when the first presidential debate was brought up, saying, “Ugh, Romney spoke well, I guess… that bastard,” just a couple of minutes after introducing myself to my friend’s friends. They ignored my comment. The silence was uncomfortable. I did some damage control, explaining how I’ve become a “raging liberal” since I’ve moved to Providence, and we all shared a laugh. Supplementary lesson: kill ‘em with laughs! Awkward jokes are the best!  Continue Reading