Some dreary November day my junior year of high school, I plugged away at a calculus test. As I calculated how quickly the height of water was changing in a tank draining at some fixed rate, I felt it emanating from my right pocket. Buzz.
English is the language my tongue commands with the most power and versatility, yet it is the one from which I feel the most estranged — or almost unwelcome. I perform spoken-word poetry in English, I write articles for The Michigan Daily and I plan to teach English in secondary schools.
Can some forms of speech truly be objectively unacceptable and therefore worthy of restriction on a college campus? If so, who should be making those necessarily objective decisions? University administrators? A sizable portion of a campus’ community?
When I was younger, I played every sport you would expect a young kid to. From swimming to tennis to dance to softball, I had all the bases covered. I was never the best at any of them, but these activities made me happy.