Filmmaker Aurora Guerrera was at the Schwartz Center this week for the screening of her latest film Mosquita y Mari. She talks to Gina Cargas '14 about love, class and ethnicity. 

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Florencia Ulloa '11 expounds upon the virtues of affirmative action.

I must firstly applaud the author’s stance on the sartorial collapse and promotion of vulgarity within this esteemed academic institution. As a proud citizen of Great Britain I have been bamboozled and bewildered by the attitude and actions of some of the students at Cornell. Indeed if I were not constantly reminded that these students are at an Ivy League institution, I may think the Arts Quad to be a rather exotic zoo.

While note-sharing websites greatly expand the possibilities of collaborative learning, they also raise some thorny ethical issues — Do lectures belong to the professors who teach them or to the students who absorb the material?

White privilege. Despite my pale, freckled, Irish and Swedish skin (trust me, it doesn’t get much paler than this), it’s not something I really think about on a regular basis.

At least until I go home to Massachusetts. My aunt, whose skin is just as pale and freckled as mine, is a professor at Tufts, teaching classes such as “African American History since 1865” and “Class, Race and Gender in the History of U.S. Education.” She dedicated her education and career to learning about the events that have created white privilege (she acknowledges, ironically, that she occupies a position of privilege as a professor at a majority-white university).

So every time I come home, I am reminded — reprimanded, almost — of the white privilege that my life has been steeped in. My family not only acknowledges our white privilege, but constantly points it out to each other so that we do not take our opportunities for granted.