by Megan Myers
As I walked onto campus from the commuter parking lot, I was immediately struck by the large, candy colored orbs that awkwardly peppered the campus lawns.
As confusion as to what these large balls were, and if they would be rolling away any time soon diminished, it was replaced by feelings of anger. Wrong word — betrayal
As a student who came to the College as a transfer, having graduated community college with exemplary grades and high honors, I expected that my hard work would be rewarded with some financial assistance.
However, I was told that at a public school no money existed to offer me a scholarship, and to better try my luck on FastWeb.
I had no luck on FastWeb.
I borrowed everything, and the school was more than happy to offer help with that. I have seen tuition and fees rise annually.
Furthermore, there are no career postings for my major on LionsLink, and I am now anxious about finding employment as a graduating senior to pay off these loans.
Betrayal was the best feeling to describe finding large, expensive Christmas ornaments scattered randomly around campus.
After all, isn’t modern art about evoking an emotional and introspective response?
It’s not as though we have some large, amusing, reassuring bunny courtesy of Jeff Koons brightening up our campus stroll, or a Damien Hirst dead shark floating in our library reminding us to study hard because life is short.
We have balls.
Even if those are pixels, their resolution quality is poor.
Maybe that’s why it feels so much like the College missed the bigger picture with its new public art installation.