UCSD's unity suffers from traditional Unolympics

    I often get confused about where I go to school.

    Am I a Revelle student or am I a UCSD student? Which one takes precedence?

    Personally, I love supporting UCSD. I want to see other people love it the way I do; so anything that increases spirit on campus has my seal of approval. That being said, I’m not so sure I like the Unolympics.

    Megaphone in hand, I led a half-mile long column of mostly Revelle freshmen over to RIMAC Field last Wednesday. They chanted and cheered and gave off such a carefree, general feeling that they might have been mistaken for SDSU students had it not been for the conspicuous lack of alcohol.

    They were proud to be here. But “”here”” took on a different meaning once we arrived at the field.

    Students of six colleges, dressed distinctly and grouped together, took their places around the given area and faced off. Add a few cannons, muskets and handlebar mustaches, and the scene might have been mistaken for the Civil War.

    Granted, Revelle and Muir have no designs of seceding from the union, nor did the addition of Sixth College raise as much controversy as the Kansas-Nebraska Act, but the prevailing wisdom of that time still applies.

    A house divided against itself cannot stand.

    Six colleges dividing themselves and digging trenches between each other do not a great university make.

    I sat in the front row, next to Chancellor Robert Dynes, for UCSD’s volleyball game against Cal Poly Pomona on Friday night. He and I were joined by 1,325 other people, most of whom were cheering for the Tritons. The rest were visiting Cal Poly parents lamenting the fact that their children weren’t smart enough to get into UCSD.

    Of the former group, however, I saw no divisions. I saw blue megaphones and bright UCSD garb worn proudly. I didn’t see Warren students, Marshall students, ERC students, Revelle students, Sixth students and Muir students. Nor did I see an empty seat.

    I saw UCSD students everywhere. I heard UCSD students proud to make noise for their school and it made me proud to count myself in their number.

    After the dust cleared on Wednesday, I carried the Golden Shoe back to Revelle, and set it down on a conference room table. I set it down and let it go. Here’s hoping that the trophy gathers dust until next year.

    It’s time to forget where we eat, what general education requirements we have and where we lived freshman year. It’s time to become a campus without borders, and to celebrate what brings us together. It’s time to divert our hostility from one another and focus it squarely upon whatever poor victims line up against our teams.

    It’s time to unite like our name says we should. United we should be, and stand we will. We are UCSD. We are the United Colleges of San Diego.

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