By Kyle Peveto, Arts Editor
When I get the opportunity to write columns like these, I usually flip through current events magazines like the Atlantic Monthly, Newsweek or Time to get ideas about what to write about.
I have opinions about the war and what should happen after the coalition forces leave and a regime change takes effect. I hold opinions on Chapel, SA, social clubs and everything else this campus holds dear.
Columns like these are a great way to get on a soapbox and rant or just call the attention of readers to a situation that gets little coverage.
My column was due days ago and at the very latest three hours ago. I rode my bike, backed into a car at Sonic and talked to my parents about a longtime family friend’s death. And every idea for a column seemed so insignificant.
I just can’t think of anything worth wasting paper on. I’ve written about Chapel attendance policies and the disgraceful state of the death penalty in Texas, but today I couldn’t think of anything worth ranting about.
We go to school on a campus surrounded by people who care: instructors who often care more about our educations than the Dr. preceding their names, a university that supplies a campus doctor for students and campus police who are trying to keep us safe.
Though things could change, I can’t think of a single thing that could be done to improve anything at ACU.
What bugs me most is having to listen to people gripe. I’m guilty of pessimism and you are too. Think about how little people at your lunch table actually care about how stupid social clubs are, how boring Abilene is, how awful Chapel is, how bad the Bean is or how you didn’t get any mail.
Sure, I have complaints, but I’m gonna try to keep them to myself for a while.