There is an epidemic sweeping the campus poisoning the water supply. It is a serious problem with consequences beyond our control. The “take-everyone-too-seriously” epidemic has been left to fester for too long. This second bubonic plague brings all organizations infected by it down, dragging them silently into the depths of unproductivity. The groups wallow in their pitiful state until someone realizes that what is truly destroying them is that they can’t seem to realize that secondary opinions aren’t the be-all and end-all in life.
Take The Poly, for example. We call ourselves a newspaper, we report on things around campus, and we even get to talk to higher-ups in the Institute from time to time about different issues that grip the campus. But are we the New York Times? No. The Wall Street Journal? No. The Daily Sun, the Headline Daily or the Washington Post? No, no, and no. We aren’t perfect and we aren’t going to be the source of your everyday news. Sure, we strive to report on things as best we can, but for the most part we understand that not everything is going to go just the way we want it.
On a personal level, we don’t take ourselves too seriously and, in my opinion, we shouldn’t. We should want to make parody issues where we review an EMPAC show that consisted of a janitor cleaning an empty room. But taking ourselves less seriously doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do our job correctly. Every week there are invoices to send for ads, papers to deliver, social media posts to make, and, of course, spending our entire Tuesday night actually pouring our blood, sweat, and tears (and ice cream cake) into the physical paper. We try hard to have our work be recognized and appreciated not only by our mommies and daddies, but also you guys, the people who do take the time to read our paper.
If I could infect the campus with a different virus, one that could bring every club more success and fewer stresses, it would be the RA-13 viral infection that attacks the brain. Don’t go looking that up, because I’m fairly certain it doesn’t exist. My RA-13 virus (short for “Respect-All”) would do some chemical-y, magical-y, timey wimey thing-y that would cause everyone to have more respect. Whether you believe in something or not, everyone deserves respect regardless of status. What the world could use an extra dash of isn’t sugar, spice, or anything nice, but some pure respect. Now, you may not agree with me. That’s fine. In fact, I respect that. And here’s the cheesy part of my notebook where I say that you need to respect me too.