Here the undergraduates consistently lobby the congress to revise regulations or to legislate new laws. And they succeed. In some schools, at least Columbia, the annual Student Lobby Day has become tradition.
In China, ... What do you think?
p.s. Below is a funny piece by a Columbia undergraduate, published on "the eye" - a campus paper (Columbia on The Street)
http://eye.columbiaspectator.com/index.php?page=post&article_id=2102
Unbreak My Heart
A Daily Diary of Rebound Romance
By Mark Gonzales
Sunday
My girlfriend broke up with me last night. It was the same tired story everybody gets from their long-distance girlfriend when they break up after four years--the relationship wasn't going anywhere. She also said something about it being "disgusting and probably illegal" for me to send those tastefully composed nude pictures of myself to her sister for her 15th birthday. Actually, most of the conversation revolved around the photos. I'm not the type to cry over a woman, so after I stopped crying I decided to move on. It's been a while since I went out with somebody, but I think I'll be able to pull it off by hitting The Heights tonight.
Monday
The Heights has been played out for years. Who needs a crowded bar when you can drink whiskey alone in your room? I stepped on the empty bottle this morning and fucked up my foot. The nurse at St. Luke's was hot, so I tried to use my best lines on her, but all that came out of my mouth was a combination of vomit and cries of pain as she ripped the shards of glass out of my foot. I'll have to think of a way to bump into her again...
Tuesday
While peeing on Alma Mater at about 2 this morning I realized how I could get another chance with that nurse. All I needed to do was break my hand just enough to need her to wrap it without turning me into the shrieking mess that I was on Monday. I spent twenty minutes trying to work myself up to punch the side of the statue, but I ultimately lost my nerve. She wasn't my type anyway.
Wednesday
Ha! I knew I'd find somebody interested in what I'm selling. Putting myself in these contrived situations to meet women is outdated. People meet on the Internet now. I spent all night on MySpace and was able to get a date tonight.
Thursday MySpace is bullshit. Whoever runs that thing should be shot. What kind of a world are we living in where 40-year-olds can claim to be twenty and transvestites can claim to be women? The worst part is that she ... he ... it didn't tell me until we were back at my place and I was rounding second base.
Friday I've been aiming too high with medical professionals and middle-aged shemales. That's why I registered for five classes at Barnard next semester. I'll have my pick of all the girls who are too lazy to cross the street. And, hey, if that doesn't work out, I still have little sister's phone number. Fifteen's legal in New Jersey, right? Right?
