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Goodbye Yik Yak

An email went out today from the Student Government here at Augustana at 12:50 p.m. saying that the IT department here at Augustana has finally banned the use of the social media app, known as Yik Yak, from use on the Augustana internet. All of this transpired because there were offensive/ racist posts put on Yik Yak that garnered the attention of the BSU (Black Student Union) and Student Government.

To me, this is an outrage that the actions of a few have ultimately decided the use of an app for all.

Yes, the racist posts on Yik Yak were awful, but as soon as they were posted, they were down-voted to nonexistence by the Yik Yak community, showing that the Augustana community doesn’t condone such posts. Also, we have no evidence to say that a student was behind the event. We can only assume that it was, but it could have been a local who also used the app.

So because of these comments, Augustana has banned the only use of discussion for race that I have seen so far on this campus. The app allowed users to have discussions about their thoughts about the protest on Monday, Dec. 15th. I saw rational ideas about race in America, race on campus, and race in general. While there were negative posts, I was encouraged that students were in on the discussion.

The anonymity of the app allowed people to display their points without being labelled as a racist and being marked in a negative way. Yik Yak deserves a place here on campus because it can show views that the Augustana community to can resolve, rather than ignore it by banning the app.

Something New

Hey everyone, I’ve been gone for a little bit of time. So much has transpired since the last time I posted. I’m with WAUG, SAGA literary magazine, and am a member on the Observer. I recommend to anyone not involved with WAUG to get involved because it’s a blast and you can be on the radio. I also recommend anyone to be on the Observer. Building people skills is a great asset that working for the Observer helps build. Anyway I’ll be trying more to blog more and be more active. Have a great week everyone!

We drew a _________ on a bathroom stall, swiftly called it art and Taylor won a Gazebo From IKEA


“I want to make sketch video”

“I have a really good story, but I don’t know what to do with it”

“I really want to try acting”

“I would love to write a book”

“I want to start making a film”

“I have an idea for this movie where an adventurer, maybe an astronaut, gets lost on the way to going on said adventure but in turn finds that the mundane existence of the day to day is an adventure. The adventurer no longer seeks to carve his name into the annals of history to find meaning, cozying up at home with a loved one is the greatest adventure of all. But there will be lots of boobs, rippling abdominal muscles, explosions and weasels. it will be cool, my dad said he’d help fund it. He owns a Nissan dealership”




If you have uttered anything close to the mentioned quotations I seem to hear frequently, then call me Ron Burgundy because I have splendid news for you. This institution we all know and love as, “Augustana” offers up some fine tools for the creative savant in waiting to participate in. A couple of these opportunities are SAGA art and literary magazine and Black Squirrel Productions. These clubs need members and submissions, don’t feel scared to get involved! Think of them as a finely sharpened axe stuck in a stump with it’s handle eyeing you to grab it and swing away at the forest of self-doubt in the hands of a non-gender specific lumberjack, with a great beard and sweet steel-toed boots. You’re lookin’ good and feelin good.

“Go on”

Why yes, of course! SAGA is the literary and art magazine here at “Augustana” and is accepting submissions in three separate fields for publishing: Art, Poetry, and Prose.

“What does this mean for me”

It means the existence of the magazine is dependent on YOU. SAGA wants to publish student work, whether it be poetry in all it’s beauty, prose in all its power, and art in all its courage.

“cowardly dog inside of us would like us to not submit things for fear of criticism”


Rest assured! all documents have their names removed and are critiqued in an objective fashion. Pieces that aren’t selected are even returned to the artist with their critiques, so as the artist can improve on a piece if they feel.


At ease my friend, email SAGAmagazine@gmail.com with the following.

Title(s) of piece(s) (each with a short description of the inspiration, subject matter, materials used, etc.)
Contributor’s note: What do you want those who read SAGA magazine to know about you as a contributor?

SAGA accepts up to 7 submissions in each category, with a preference for word document and jpeg for photos. Physical submissions for art will have their photo taken and will be accepted for submission.

“my body is a wonderland, is that art?”

If you take a picture I guess?

“thanks! I’m not even an artist is that ok”

Yes, everyone has something to offer, everybody has a story to tell.

You exist, you mean something, share it.


“What about Black Squirrel Productions?”


Get in on this fun train on its way out of boredomville! Oh yes!

Well, Black Squirrel Productions is a brand new club on campus specializing in film production, whether it be sketch, short, documentary, music videos, or anything you can think of they aim to do it. They meet on odd Thursdays in Olin generally at 4:30. Check your emails for updates and email BSPAugustana@gmail.com to get involved. The end of the year will culminate with a student film fest premiering student made work. The exciting news is BSP received a budget this year, look out for things to improve as last year over two hours of film was produced on a shoe string budget paid out of pocket by students.

“I’m sold”


You’re welcome, be thankful you’re not dealing with the devil.








Senior Year: Winter Term

This is my last term at Augustana. In just 13.5 weeks, or 96 days, I will be officially graduated from Augustana College.

I can’t believe how fast time has flown by; sometimes it seems like just yesterday that I was trekking back to the third floor of Erickson after a long day of classes and swim practice. Now I’m trudging up the stairs of my off campus house after a long day of class and two off campus jobs.

So let’s talk a little about what I have going on this term. In order to graduate you need 123 credits, I currently have 109 credits. This means order to graduate at the end of this term I am taking 14 credits. Now my mother doesn’t seem to think this will be any difficulty because she thinks the class I’m taking are easy. However, it doesn’t matter what classes you take, 14 credits is still a lot; especially because a normal credit load is between 8 and 12. So here’s what I’m taking this term:

  • Hand Ceramics – 3 credits
  • American Race and Ethnic Relations – 3 credits
  • Screening Sex: Gender, Race, and Sexuality in Popular Culture – 3 credits
  • Political Science Senior Inquiry – 3 credits
  • Sign Language – 1 credit
  • Piano Lessons – 1 credit

In case you want to know what my schedule looks like, here’s a screenshot of my Google Calendar. Notice there are time’s where things overlap. There are also things that aren’t on this calendar yet because I don’t know when they will be.

  • Orange = class
  • Purple = work
  • Blue or teal = personal meetings
  • Green = social functions
  • Pink(ish) = Sorority events
Winter term schedule for week 1

Winter term schedule for week 1

Outside of going to class and work, I am also in the process of looking for jobs in Minnesota, doing homework, and trying to have a semblance of a social life.

Fall term 2014 Recap: Now with HD photo accompaniment

Fall term had dealt me a hand of four courses, three lab periods and rehearsals Monday through Thursday evenings. Needless to say, it was crazy.



That was me after a lab that I had struggled with for like three hours: my group did well in the end though!

I last left off with homecoming around the corner and heres the recap of the week:


Zeta Phi Kappa participated in yell and it was fun being able to see all the greek groups put their best stop forward and show some greek pride!

The next event on the agenda was SING!



(photo courtesy of  Hannah Buto)

We had placed in third and it too was an awesome way to get to bond with my sisters better and show off some Augie pride!



(Photo courtesy of Shylee Garrett)

SAI (my music sorority) held our annual Alumnae tea which was a ton of fun and I had a great time meeting some of our alumni and hearing the stories of Augie’s past

After the tea, my friends and I had decided to take a break and visit an apple orchard to go apple picking, needless to say it may be our new annual fall tradition!




(Photo Courtesy of Elizabeth Kupar)

After homecoming week I celebrated my 20th birthday and got to appreciate some of Augies AMAZING fall scenery


SAI also hosted a pumpkin carving contest with PMA



(Photo courtesy of Shylee Garrett)

(we may have given up in the end)

That same weekend Zeta Phi Kappa held our annual semiformal to celebrate our birthday so we got all dolled up and spent the night dancing and celebrating our values and our sisterhood


and finally following the weekend of semiformal was Halloween where I made a costume as a (tree?)/ fall!


Finals had gone better than anticipated and I had made the deans list for fall term which was the great way to end my first term of the year. I then worked the ILMEA music festival before spending a much needed week of rest with my family.


(mommy and me on our sushi date!)

Winter term is way more relaxed with only three courses and a seminar. Im now working on preparing tour literature for Augustana Symphonic Band’s gulf coast tour at the end of the term and I’m looking forward to seeing how my classes end up. So far, there seem to be a ton of cool projects that we’re doing to help the community while learning important aspects to land use and planning which is why I decided to be a Geography and Environmental Studies major. Good luck to all on winter term and stay warm!

-Barrie Chileen

Keep Calm and Vote Neil

Over 10,000 doors, 1,000 yard signs, 14 weeks, one candidate. When I first interviewed for my internship on Neil Anderson’s Illinois Senate campaign back in July, our campaign manager, Jim, said to me, “The thing about campaigns is you either love it or you hate it, but once you get the bug, you never go back.” To say I’ve caught the bug might be putting it mildly. I’ve had a good handful of jobs since I started working when I was 15, even jobs that I loved, but never have I had something as special as this. They say it’s not even work when you love what you do, let me tell you, whoever they are, they’re right.
neil parade
This opportunity has given me experiences that I will take with me for the rest of my life. Not only have I learned invaluable information about people and communication skills that will help me professionally, but I have also made memories and friends that I will never forget. I work in a place where I know the people will always support me, even praise me. There will always be excited and unexpected conversation, and I know that, without a doubt, there will never be a dull day.
moonlight parade With less than 24 hours until it’s all over, I’ve been reflecting, maybe a little too much, about how amazing this experience has been. Just the fact that I’m ecstatic to go to work at 3am tomorrow says everything about how much I love this job. I could rave about how great it all is forever, but the reason it’s all so great, what makes it so easy is the candidate himself.
When you have a candidate as amazing as Neil, it makes the job so easy. I support Neil, not because I work for him, not because he’s a Republican, I support Neil because he is one of the best people I’ve ever met. He cares more about his family than anyone I know, and he is truly passionate about what he does. I know that Neil will put the constituents first at all costs, and that is something I can support.
As I think about tomorrow, I’m conflicted. I’m so excited and nervous for the results, and I’m saddened that it will all be coming to an end. But more than anything I’m grateful, so incredibly grateful to have had the opportunity to meet the amazing people I’ve met and have under my belt one of the most unique experiences I’ve had yet.
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So get out and vote tomorrow folks and remember, Keep Calm and Vote Neil Anderson.

Wrapping Up Fall Term


Wait, it’s over already? I know, that’s how I feel too.

The reason that I’ve been so absent not just from this blog, but my personal blog too, is because I’ve been too busy doing interviews. I’m kidding. Well, kind of. My last blog post got picked up by the Rock Island Argus, and then Augie’s Observer joined in, so I’ve been enjoying my five seconds of fame. But the real reason is that I haven’t had a functioning computer for the past several weeks. ITS doesn’t know what’s wrong with it and took so long to tell me that that I just decided to wait until I go home before I see about getting it fixed.

As a result, I have developed a very intimate relationship with the Tredway library.

Yeah, it’s really not a good idea for your laptop to slow down unbearably when you have no finals, just papers.

But I survived, I’m nearly done, and I get to go home this weekend. So, here are some of the fun (and slightly less fun) things I’ve done this term:

1) 25-page French paper

I received a Freistat Grant this summer to research French theatre in performance. I spent six weeks in Paris and most of it was paid for. The thing is, Freistats are usually tied to a Senior Inquiry project, and I’m a French minor. So I had to do a 25-page paper in French anyway… It was fun, because I love theatre, but it was still a lot of work.

2) 25-ish page Honors Capstone

Yeah, I’m still in that Honors program, and this term, I decided to do my Capstone. That project has been equally fun, because I got to pick my topic (how minority memoir writers incorporate languages other than English into their works) and my reading list, but I’m still working on it and it’s a long paper too.

3) Alpha Psi Omega’s Running Scared

Where do you get a haunted house and a scavenger hunt in one? Alpha Psi Omega’s Running Scared of course! This year, the theme was Running Scared: Circus, so we had everything from crazy clowns to creepy dolls, a burned fire-eater and a bearded lady. I worked security, so I didn’t get to scare people, but we scared whole lot of people and raised some money for GiGi’s Playhouse, our chosen charity this year.

4) Special Collections Halloween Open House

Yesterday, in honor of Halloween, our new Special Collections librarian had the idea of displaying the spookiest items from our collections. We included everything from Augustana’s ghost stories (who’s haunting House on the Hill, for example) to books made entirely of animals, ghastly recipes like veal head cheese, Phil McKinley’s Dracula picture and stone hide scrapers. To make things even more fun, those of us who worked the event dressed as ghostly characters from our collections. We had a human representation of Old Main’s graffiti room, Emmy Evald’s vision of the ideal woman and me–John Henry Hauberg.

5) Electric Theater Unplugged

And today (and tomorrow, actually), I’m in a show! Electric Theater Unplugged is a group that writes, directs and acts in 30-ish plays in 60-ish minutes with the audience choosing the order. As a writer who loves performing and theater, it’s been the perfect outlet for me over the last two years. The shows, in case you’re interested are at 8:42 pm tonight (leaving you plenty of time to go out and celebrate Halloween afterwards) and at 9:27 pm tomorrow in the Blackbox in Bergendoff. Best of all, they’re free!

So that’s been my term, and it’s gone by in such a rush of reading, writing, class, work, clubs and everything else that I can’t believe I’m a third done with my final year at Augustana.

Skinning Pigs, Throwing The Skin Around, Having a Good Time as a Family

This weekend was an eventful Football weekend. IMG_20141021_122153

    • Local Colorado news that only I probably care about: my alma mater Columbine beat rival Chatfield. Columbine alumni celebrated while Chatfield alumni went to high school parties wearing their letterman jackets talking about how funny that, “new Austin Powers was with the mini me guy”. Go home Tim Riggins, you’re a twenty seven year old Sophomore.



    • October 17, 2014 will be a day I will forever remember as the day my family had its heart ripped out. The fury and disbelief from the “34-31 win” Notre Dame had over Florida State has subsided finally. My Dad, me, and youngest brother were collectively jumping for joy and hugging each other only to have our family torn apart by the “ref”.



    • Prostar client and All-Pro Punter for the St. Louis Rams Johnny Hekker is up for the Never Say Die award for his fourth down conversion against the Seahawks. That special teams coordinator deserves a kudos bar for his coaching that game, if you missed it check out that awesome return.
    • Another Prostar client, Perennial Pro-Bowler and possibly Frankenstein’s monster, Cameron Wake made huge plays for the Dolphins in their win against the Chicago Bears.




Football, it is the steak and potatoes on the dinner table of sports. Much like a finely cooked steak and hand-mashed home-made potatoes, it can truly bring the family together through sheer hatred of all things vegetable and hard to pronounce. Like most Walter Kronkite loving Americans,  I have lived a life of football, from the earliest memories I was ramming a fake Broncos helmet into my father’s loins to separate the man from the ball. Watching Peyton Manning throw a bushel of touchdowns and breaking a record against the 49ers reminded me of a precious memory of me and my Dad attending the final game at the old Mile High Stadium. The 49ers came to town, Jeff Garcia was quarterback and Terrell Owens was not yet prone to taking his lovers for half of everything they own. Denver Broncos Linebacker Bill Romanowski was my favorite football player, which explains a ton looking back in retrospect. This was the first time I heckled anyone. I’ll leave much of it to the imagination, but for whatever reason back in the day when a kid would scream terrible homophobic things at opposing players people would find it, “adorable”. I was seven, this is important merely for the nature of how horrible my mouth was as a child. I can blame my uncles along with a gross amount of South Park I watched, but I’m probably just 83% evil, 12% spice, and 5% zig-a-zig-ah. Playing football was a privilege, some of my best and strangest memories stem from playing the game. I remember one incident in which two opposing teams of parents engaged in a light hearted banter I call multiple stabbings in the parking lot waiting to happen. All of this was over a little league football game. I remember one of the parents remarking, “you don’t want to mess with me, I’m a cop,” which I’m sure the irony was lost on him. We were eight years old. That same year I was kicked out of a game for being too aggressive. I tackled a kid and caused a fumble. Didn’t do anything illegal, a play later I was back in the game after crying uncontrollably. The opposing coach grew to strongly dislike me over the years, as a nine year old he called out for his players to, “break 22’s legs”. Karate Kid has taught us nothing about terrible advice in competition. I’m remarkably dumb when it comes to simple math but I can figure out my jersey number. Small bit of digression, often times I find myself screwing up the tip addition on a receipt. I really am terrible at math, it’s actually quite laughable at how hard I have to work at it. I am remarkably frustrating to see doing math. Typically I’m leaving restaurants with my head covered in one hand while the other pounds my head like it’s trying to knock some sense into it. All the while my conscience plays the berating musical tune of,

“Enjoy working at Mcdonalds like your teacher used to say you would, even though it’s an honorable profession as you’ve found out. You can’t even work the register because you’ll end up losing them money! Good luck on your “art” or whatever. Now that you think about it, with all the economic instability and you’re mountain of debt, what’s wrong with having a steady paycheck that keeps you from being fed upon by the mouth of madness that is me, your Ego. , I only want to see you standing on a street corner with a tinfoil hat begging for people to listen to your ironclad theory of women originating on the moon, not Venus. You should really eat a box of doughnuts to shut me up, as a matter of fact ol’ Garold, that sounds pretty good!”


When you find me as an old man wandering around the country looking for a dog I never owned. Perhaps you’ll be wondering why I’m staring a thousand yards into the distance like a character in a Greek tragedy, foaming from the mouth, and otherwise being a miserable slice of humanity, I whisper, “little league football did this to me.”




1474632_10151804823496238_1013274753_n Kidding aside, I have no complaints about growing up, I had an excellent childhood. I have two remarkable parents who kept me away from trouble as a kid, I found it, but they did their best to stave that meddlesome beast. The usual kid stuff happened to me; I fell off my bike, grossed out girls, me and my brother poked dead animals down by the local river with a stick and learned what a gateway drug was from a wicked cool, gun wielding, D.A.R.E. Officer. Speaking of drugs, I took for granted as a child how great it is not to have parents that sell or do meth. Really dodged a proverbial bullet on that. I think collectively as a society we can thank The Wire and Breaking Bad for showing us the true Emmy-Award winning face of drugs. I always make sure to thank them in the morning for not doing meth and selling me for more meth. As I sip coffee. Anyways, thanks mom and dad for not selling me for meth and letting me play football instead.




Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

Last week was my first homecoming at Augustana and it was pretty great! I enjoyed all of the events and everything was a new experience. The bonfire was really nice and the musical performance by Minus Six, featuring alumus Kevin Carton was splendid. I didn’t get to attend the talent show but I heard that it was pretty cool.  Now Thursday, indeed it was a day, a day indeed it was  (sorry for the inversion, sometimes the inner Yoda just comes out). On Thursday, the Rope Pull and YELL competitions were held. They were two of the most physical competitions of Homecoming Week and I actually participated, I know, I know, everyone was surprised. On Friday we had the coronation of the Vi-Queen and Vi-King (get it, he he he, get it, viKING he he he… puns) and we had the Sing competition and  both very nice to behold. Saturday, to be honest, and this won’t come as a surprise to those who know me, I slept in. However, I heard that we had the Dome Dash ( a Augie themed 5K run), Renaissance Festival, and Regatta in the Lower Quad, all of which occurred before the game against Wheaton at 1:00 p.m. I enjoyed it and I’m looking forward to doing it all over again next year. All of this Augustana spirit reminded me of the sorting ceremony at Hogwarts, (I assume it’s because we were competing for cup points all term long) so I inserted the lyrics for those of you who share my Harry Potter passion. Oh, also I attached a video, you should watch it… because, why not?

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling,
With some interesting stuff,
For now they’re bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we’ve forgot,
Just do your best, we’ll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.

Yell Black Student Union 2014



Tierra Watkins

P.s.- Maybe this Halloween, you could be spoopy, you know and take it easy on us normal folk?

My First Semester of College (in Memes)

So, it should go without saying that I am a freshman, but I said it anyway because, hey, why not? Anyway, this entire experience has been a really interesting time in my life so I’ve decided to put my insomnia to use and vaguely chronicle my first semester of college adventures with the use of memes.


On my way to Augustana for Orientation Week…

During Week Zero activities with other freshmen and some pretty awesome old folks ( a.k.a sophomores, juniors, seniors)…

At the activities fair I was all like…

And  then as it got closer to the start of classes people around me began referring to everything  in relation to some  type of foreign time format known as weeks. There were no longer seconds, minutes, hours, or days. Just weeks. Apparently the worst week of them all was Week 10.

Sometime around Week 2, it hit me. HARD. Like I felt like I was being physically assaulted with a butter sock (Google it) by a hobo named “Edumacation” who just wanted me to earn a degree and get a good job…

This happened…

And this has always been a problem for me, that has just worsened as the time has passed…

Sometime around Week 3 I came to this conclusion…

But while all of this was happening it seemed like all of those clubs and organizations I wanted to join continued to send me hundreds of e-mails that consisted mostly of tales of free pizza, which by nature I just couldn’t turn down, I mean come on, FREE, and PIZZA, I’m a simple girl, it doesn’t take a lot to make me happy…


But somehow it seemed impossible to find food at 1 A.M. which seemed to be prime-time for my hunger, so whenever my parents called and asked me how I was doing and if I was still alive I would say…

During Weeks 4 and 5, I made wonderful decision (please note the sarcasm) to ditch my schedule and go with the flow…

I was/am a horrible student with even worse time management skills…

Sometime around Week 6 and most of Week 7 I was trying to decide whether or not I needed to drop out of college…

Because you know, college isn’t for everyone, is it?

But now we’re starting a new week and I am determined to pull myself together…

I have resolved to no longer procrastinate when studying because it’s almost the end of the semester and we know that means…

Like I mentioned earlier, I’m an insomniac so adequate sleep is rarely an option and please don’t think I’m bragging about it, insomnia is something I would not wish on my worst enemy. Anyway, my insomnia combined with the stress of impending exams has helped me come to this revelation…

But it’s all good because whenever fall break comes around, I’ll be feeling just like my lil’ homie, Tommy Pickles ( sorry, I’m sleep deprived, please ignore the nineties oozing from this sentence)…

And next semester I will  be ready to begin anew with renewed pomp and vigor, after a few minor alterations to my course load and maybe with a different perspective major…

So, there you have it, that’s how life is looking for me right now. Comment below and let me know how this semester has been going for you, I am generally interested in knowing!


Junie B. Jones Tierra