Much like the wily unicorn, it certainly seems that a coherent Pro-choice argument is hard to come by these days. Anyone who doubts this need look no further than last Friday’s edition of The Journal. Stephanie Earp argues that restrictions on abortion would leave a generation of children with thousands of bitter, resentful parents who lack the urge to properly care for them. Perhaps Ms. Earp has conveniently forgotten the hundreds of thousands of would-be Canadian parents who are eagerly awaiting their chance at an adoption.
Although I am sure you will receive numerous responses to Chris Dainton’s Op-Ed piece, I felt compelled to add my voice as well. Dainton tries to draw a connection between legal abortion and the incidents of young women killing their newborns, but in this he fails.
To my fellow students, On behalf of Sci ’03, I would like to apologize for the silly and embarassing mistake of leaving the grease pole out in the open. We, as a year, now recognize the error of our ways, and understand the consequences that could have occured because of our irresponsible actions.
Three years ago, Linda Chu rounded off her sophomore year at the University of Southern California by secretly delivering a happy, healthy baby in her apartment. She promptly strangled the child and then, realizing that there are bylaws against littering, stuffed her down a nearby trash chute.
Witnessing the daily parade of young students tour the campus inspires me to share some of the lessons I’ve learned in my four years. I remind myself that four years is not a long time, and even a seventh-grader seems wise to a four–year–old. I also remind myself that dispensing advice was only popular when it was preceded by “wear sunscreen.” Yet as I enter into what seems to be the twilight of my career here at Queen’s, the urge to dole out counsel to new students is inescapable. Soon these young, impressionable apprentices will begin to etch out their own legacy, and paint their own memories on the canvas that will be their time at this institution.
As the summer finally comes to a close and the ‘Back to School’ sales signal the arrival of another year at university, I can take great satisfaction in knowing that I survived my seventh year of the summer employment experience.
