Cornell University was fortunate enough to have Shimon Peres, former prime minister of Israel, Nobel Peace prize winner, and a current senior statesman of Israel, talk on campus. The experience of sitting in front of such a prominent politician was amazing in and of itself. Add to that, the well-organized, methodical speech he gave and the well thought out responses to questions asked by the student body and this was a public presentation from which our President could take a lesson. It was nice to hear about viable solutions to the problem in the Middle East like using technology, wanting a peaceful Lebanon, and the difference between Israel and Iran (when/if they make one) having nuclear weapons. His reason was Israel has never and will never threaten anyone with them. They are there as a deterrence. There were two responses by Peres I was disappointed with. One was to a question by an Israeli native who has a Lebanese friend and asked Peres what he can say to his friend when Lebanese kids can’t go out and play in their backyard at the risk of being accidentally killed by Israeli soldiers and simply because they can’t due to the “occupation” (for the lack of a better word) in their area. Peres’ answer to that was basically it’s part of the conflict and Hezbollah should carry just as much of the blame, though he did say it in a more scholarly fashion. The other disappointment was to a response of his to a question that asked what Israel is doing to fix the damages done by the unintended consequences and damages of its bombing and its excursion into Lebanon. Peres simply said that unintended consequences are an unfortunate part of war. In my opinion, if you’re the civilized government you fix or at least put a band-aid on the problems that are affecting innocent people.
I sat in my Giants foldable chair stunned in disbelief. I had rushed my parents in getting me back to Cornell before 4:15pm on Sunday after my Thanksgiving break so I could watch the Giants play the Titans only to wind up extremely depressed for the entire night after the Giants blew a 21 point lead, giving up 24 points in the last 10 minutes of the 4th quarter. How did they lose? How could it happen? Eli Manning seems to get worse after the 8th game of every season. Plaxico Burress needs to take a page out of Reggie Wayne and Donald Driver’s book and actually make an effort at tackling someone after the ball is intercepted. This loss reminded me of the torture of uncertainty that came to define the Jim Fassel era. Coughlin, since 2004 when he took control of the Giants, to me has always been a coach whose teams never broke down or fell apart. They played well through the entire game. You expected Fassel teams to lose in the 4th quarter after holding a lead because that’s how it was for the seven years of his coaching tenure. Coughlin’s Giants always played their best in the fourth quarter…until this season. The Eagles game way back in the second week of the season is forgotten. During these last three games it’s like Jim Fassel is coach again. And that is torture.
Cornell hockey is the equivalent of Michigan football, Indiana basketball, Cal St. Fullerton baseball. It is the premiere sport on campus, all the students know about it and how the team is doing even if they hate the sport of hockey. The Cornell-Harvard game brings out the same intensity as that of a Oklahoma-Texas football game (otherwise known as the Red River Shootout). If you read the Sunday NY Times sports section a couple weeks ago you would have seen a half page article on the rivalry and the 25-year plus tradition of throwing fish (specifically haddock) on the ice when Harvard comes to Ithaca. The Lynah Faithful, the nickname for those who attend Cornell hockey games, have been so spirited for their team that last year’s Sports Illustrated issue that previewed college hockey ranked Lynah Rink (Cornell’s home arena) as the toughest place to play for visiting teams. There are many reasons for this: the small 3000+ seat arena, the dedicated “townies”, and of course the student body who fills half of the stands. The student section is known for their unified chants that never end for the entire game, two of which involve curse words. Despite an increase of 100% for the cost of hockey season tickets the rink is still sold out for the season and students still camp out for a weekend to get tickets.
Unfortunately our dedication is being punished not rewarded. Fans are now in fear of being kicked out of games and having their tickets revoked for the entire season simply for cursing. What’s worse, when good (if students who curse are considered bad) students abide by demands and don’t curse for those two chants but rather use alternative phrases like “rough em up” they are still kicked out because the ushers thought they heard a word that sounds similar to rough. Then when you try to deny it they bring in a police officer which makes the scene all the more intimidating and if you continue to deny the false charge they will write you up for lying/resisting arrest. Now students attend games in fear of saying anything when anything happens. I guess on the bright side at least we’re not getting tasered. To add to that, at this year’s Cornell-Harvard game ushers and officers did a pat down of everyone who attended the game to make sure they didn’t have fish to throw on the ice. Nice way of trying to kill a more than two decade old tradition, Gene Nighman. That’s like Florida State University banning the Seminole mascot and the horse from running across the field and sticking a spear in the ground at the 50-yard line. A tip of the hat goes to the handful of students that somehow snuck the fish into the rink and threw them on the ice. Never let The Man repress you. I guess what bothers me the most is that this is hockey. First off, whatever sport athletes curse and trash talk on the playing field all the time. In hockey, part of the game is violence. Let’s not joke ourselves, the physicality on the ice and especially the fights are not conflicts that would go unpunished on the streets. I could understand if this was golf or figure skating. It’s not part of the game to trash talk or try to intimidate. But this is hockey. Hockey is physical, just as much as football. The sport itself promotes excitement and rambunctiousness. If you’re going to pad us down like we’re on line waiting to be incarcerated or take away our tickets for the entire season Mr. Nighman, you might as well take checking out of hockey. Or better yet suspend the players for the entire season every time they curse on the ice or get two minutes for roughing.
I’ve realized I’ve neglected mentioning about Cornell food, maybe because I have it everyday and it’s easy to lose your appreciation for it, sort of like when you live at home and have home cooking then leave for college and love the food your parents make when you come back (not that you didn’t love it before, you just didn’t appreciate it as much). Anyway, last night a couple of friends and I ate at a dining hall on West Campus. That night’s theme was Hawaiian Luau. All the food cooked was prepared as best as the chefs possibly could to Hawaiian cuisine. And it was great. Now I’m a big seafood guy and they had fresh, raw salmon mixed with tomatoes in a salad, seafood chowder, shrimp (they actually still had their heads on them when they were served! Awesome!), lemon crusted chicken, pork, mahi mahi, duck with salad, and a whole pig like you see in the cartoons. They had these great desserts too including pineapple cake and real whole coconuts. There was also Hawaiian pizza even though that’s not Hawaiian at all. But all in all the food was great and is always great. Once a semester they also bring in chefs who have popular restaurants across the country. It’s awesome! The program is called Cross-country Gourmet. Last thing, just to throw out a fact: based on the 2006 Princeton Review Cornell food is ranked 4th in the nation, something to gnaw on while you wait for that turkey this Thursday or tofurkey if you’re vegetarian.
Being from New Jersey I’m having a hard time not talking about Rutgers football, especially on this blog. Now I know I go to Cornell (and I must say, the wins that Cornell has have been very impressive, but they’re not ranked in DI-AA football) but no one can escape their hometown pride, especially when The State University of New Jersey is only 40 minutes away from my house and my sister went to grad school there. Rutgers has been a joke to everyone who loves college football, and no one in NJ ever wanted to be spotted wearing a scarlet hat that had an R on it. Many people I know here didn’t even know where Rutgers was before I shoved their face in front of a computer and showed them on google maps where the 3 Rutgers’ campuses are. (One is in Camden, most dangerous city in the nation according to one of those scholarly reports.) Disrespect to NJ is not allowed, anywhere. Especially in front of me.
In this context at this point of the week big blue has two meanings. 1. The anticipation of what could be the biggest football game yet when the Giants host the Bears in the swamps of the Meadowlands. Hopefully a win will come out of it. I’ve been wearing my Giants hat everyday this week. So far this season they’re 6-1 when I’ve worn the hat at least once during the week.
The second meaning is a direct result of election day. I clapped when they called Missouri and Montana and then danced the next day when they called Virginia and said they didn’t even need a recount. Tester in for Burns…$500, Webb in for Allen…$1100, Casey in for Santorum, $2200, seeing Rumsfeld resigning and Cheney wiping that annoying smirk off his face…priceless. Gone is the agony from 2004…at least for now.
Today at 6:30am was the commencement of course enroll for sophomores. Course Enroll is the program used for students to enroll in classes for the spring semester. It is an online program and can be iffy at times. It worked well for me today. I got into all the courses I wanted except for one, which is no big deal. I just found another at the same time. It doesn’t always work so well. For a friend of mine, Course Enroll kept kicking her off so she just used her Cornell brain and went back to sleep waking up at 9 to try again and success! Almost. She didn’t get all of the classes she needed, but realizing that it’s not the end of the world she didn’t choke (metaphorically) and will just go to her college’s registrar’s office to add the courses she needs. No sweat. I guess what I’m getting at is course enroll is no big deal (minus the waking up at 6:30), just something to talk about when you see your friends that morning.
So far this semester I’ve been constantly thinking about how I’m supposed to go about finding an internship for the summer. I haven’t really had a clue on where to start even though Cornell has a plethora of career service facilities and staff. I figured the resume is probably the best place to start. So I made one and then got it revised and critiqued. Next, the cover letter. Finally comes actually submitting my application. The problem is like applying to a college when you’re in high school. I have no clue where I want to submit it; I’m undecided (what a dreaded word). Enter this internship information event on Wednesday. I figure it would help me out best if I poked my head in and browsed around. Even then I didn’t know what I should do where to go or what to say. Then I saw a table that was staffed by some of my college’s career services advisors. I figured to prevent myself from looking clueless as far as what to do I should go over and talk to them.
That was one of the best decisions I made this year. I met Darryl Scott and he more than helped me in terms of explaining to me how to go about finding an internship and gave me the names of some alumni in the fields I was interested in. He also aided me in realizing that just because some government internships are unpaid doesn’t mean I can get “paid” (not just the monetary sense) in the end. He went so far as to give me his e-mail address and office number just in case I couldn’t find the people he had mentioned and/or if I had any questions or wanted to talk to him about my findings. But what impressed me the most was that he recognized me! Not just because I write a blog for Cornell (he knew I did that, which is still admirable) but also because he remembers reading my application from when I applied as a senior in high school. Amazing.