November 20th 2010...

    It’s 4 am on Saturday November 20, 2010, and I’m wrapped tightly in my sheets, asleep. Just I am deep in my dreams, ready to turn over, I suddenly hear a loud chime. After I realized that this chime was not apart of my dream, I quickly hopped out of bed, threw on some clothes, grabbed my wallet and keys, and headed out the door. Traveling  down the stairs, I hear the angry murmurs of my peers, many of which had been awaken from their sleep. The lobby door swings open and the air is filled with a thick substance. I head outside to an angry mob-like student body, mostly frustrated to have been awaken from their sleep. As I engage into conversation with some of my peers, one of them mentions that there were footprints on the floor. “What”, that was my first thought. Shortly afterward, I see Nikki Dietrich, the A.D. of Albright Housing, emerge from the front of Albright Court and I begin to become excited, thinking, “finally I get to go back to sleep”. Just as I begin to believe that this is the end, I find that it is only the beginning.
    Apparently, some individuals partially to fully discharged four fire extinguishers throughout the building, two on the third floor, one in the laundry room and one in the lobby. The substance would eventually move into the air, and set off the fire alarms. Now, due to the fact that the chemicals in the air could have heeded some potentially dangerous reactions among students (asthma, allergies etc.), we were not permitted to return to the building until the it was cleaned. Also as a result of these shenanigans, students were forced to either  phone a friend for an impromptu slumber party, or be admitted into the Schumo Center which had been opened for students to sleep for the night.
    This is not the first time this past semester that late night prank fire alarm would occur, as a matter of fact it was not even the first time that situation happened that month. On November 11th 2010,  two fire alarms were simply pulled, perhaps as a prank, in the wee hours of the morning, prompting many students, myself being one, to hop out of their sleep and head outside where the cold seemed to be awaiting with open arms.
    If I can be straight forward for a moment, it is absolutely ridiculous for students behave in that manner. In college you are expected to behave like a grown man or woman, and this type of behavior does not quiet spell maturity. With that being said, my message to my fellow Albrightians is simple; let’s LOOKOUT for one another. If you find one of your peers about to engage in some ridiculous acts, talk to them, please.

The Season Of Giving

BY: MEAGHAN WASHINGTON

Thanksgiving is one of the greatest times in a college student’s life! We get to visit family we haven’t seen since we left for college, we take a mini-vacation from the drama that goes down in the residence halls, and of course, a home-cooked meal. I got a chance to speak with different students of the Albright community and they shared with me the different traditions that happen during the Holiday Season in their families.

WELCOME TO THE LOOK-OUT!

It is with great pleasure that we welcome you to THE LOOK-OUT!

At Albright, no one student is alike. We all have a different story to tell and up until now, there lacked a place specifically designed to make this happen. At The Look-Out, we encourage students of all races, nationalities, sexual orientation, and other backgrounds to come forth and not only share their stories but express their opinions and thoughts on anything they are passionate about. Whether it be an article, video post or graphic art, The Look-Out welcomes the voice for ALL Albright diversity in ALL forms.

If you interested in submitting work of any kind, please email aclookoutblog@gmail.com. It is our mission to have your testimony of the Albright experience heard by the people that we coexist with everyday of our lives. The impact could only enhance, educate and strengthen camaraderie within the Albright student body.

Thank you for supporting The Look-Out! Remember to never exist in silence...always be heard.

SENIOR SPOTLIGHT: My Internship With The NAACP

BY: MEAGHAN WASHINGTON

During the summer of 2010, for the first time in my life I was by myself. Not in the sense of being the only one in my dorm room or sitting by alone in the cafeteria. I mean I had no friends, no family, no support system, totally alone.

AND I LOVED IT!

I Love My Hair

BY: JACARA AHMADDIYA

I know I got my first relaxer at an early age, probably before I was eight.  I don’t remember exactly when, but up until my last years in high school my mother was my hair stylist, so I know it was applied in the living room in front of the television, just like all the rest of my hair experiences.

 My hair was always long and thick and I couldn’t use the ‘kiddie perms’, as they weren’t strong enough for my coarse hair. My mother used to jokingly tease me and tell me that the children’s relaxer brand “Just For Me”, wasn’t ‘just for me.’ I didn’t really care, because as soon as she applied my brand, “Precise” and I saw how straight and soft it made my head of hair, I was hooked. After my mother would perm, dry and curl my hair, I would stand in the mirrors for hours on end brushing, combing and running my hands through it until I was satisfied. Every six weeks officially became ‘perm time’ in my house, and I relished the compliments on how nicely my mother maintained my hair.

Representations?

BY: ANTOINE STROMAN

Albright College hangs its hat on being culturally diverse, using the tagline, “A Different Way of Thinking.” When one travels the campus, diversity seems to be present at face value. However, with the hundreds of minorities inhabiting the institution, one is left to wonder where the representation is. When you read a brochure for Albright, or venture into visuals of the website, how many minorities do you find?

Where Is The Love?

BY: AMIR HARDY

I'm not sure about everyone else, but I am tired of hearing about teenagers taking their own lives to escape the harassment they experience for simply being themselves. I can't read another story about people killing one another over petty squabbles that could be solved with words. I still can't get over the fact that I've witnessed a war in my lifetime. When will the madness end?

 People believe the world will end in 2012--but I feel the world's demise has already begun. Once we eliminate all of the hatred and inhumanity that surrounds our lives, maybe we would all see that.