'Tis the Season for a New President
As December is approaching, the impending president switch is upon us here at Marquette. While my time with him was short, I must say, I really enjoyed Father Pilarz, and am sad to see him go. His insistence on the integration of students into campus news and decisions was endearing and can only hope that our next president follows similar principles.
Marquette has asked for student input, while this may be late, here is what I, an impressionable freshman has to say.
I’m sure the council has heard, “I want a president who listens to the students’ concerns” more times than they can count. Of course we want a president who listens, who wants a tyrannical leader? My requests are a little more specific.
I want a president with a Danny Pudi, Chris Farley sense of humor. A president who is professional in his craft, no doubt. But someone who can find humor and light in most things and doesn’t take themselves so seriously that their irrational fear of damaging their presumed authority impedes their silliness. I chose Marquette because it was different- it appealed to me as an old friend would, and our leader should embody that.
I want a president who doesn’t bother with little, nitty gritty details. (Like the infamous alumnus Joseph McCarthy, whoops.) Yes, the student body is subordinate to those running the place. That is understood. But does it really matter if there’s a dress code to work out? Why should a fellow Marquette student have to be checked into a residence hall that they don’t live in? What is so bad about checking in members of the opposite sex overnight, granted we are official, deployable adults of the U.S with voting power? Certain liberties should be granted to us and acknowledged that, “Yeah, whatever. You’re old enough.”
I want a president who is a Mass on a Tuesday night go-er. Okay so maybe not literally, because he/she’ll probably be busy. But the idea of it! Not leading the mass, no. But sitting among the crammed students in the Joan of Arc Chapel, struggling to kneel and sit and stand with the rest of us. I want a president who scrambles to find where we are in the song because they were day dreaming when they started singing, and doesn’t know the whole tune by heart, so they squint their eyes to try and read the music, even though they know it’s something they forgot how to do long, long ago.
Above all, I want a president who understands the students, perhaps more so than they understand themselves. Believe me, it’s possible.