“Symposium” is a fancy word for “conference.” And “conference” is just a fancy term to describe a series of lectures. In ancient Greece, a symposium was a drinking party. Whatever happened to the good old days?
Even though academia has taken the good ol’ symposium and crafted it into a stiff event where we “learn things,” it doesn’t mean we can’t still like it. In fact, we love them! Tufts people thrive off symposiums. Where else can we prove our knowledge of the impending water shortage or relations between U.S. and China? Olin? (There’s a language barrier on every floor, so… no.)
In addition to providing students an additional outlet for all their worldly knowledge, symposiums mainly offer students the opportunity to plan things. Think about; how many people do you know actually attend an event like “Our Nuclear Age: Peril and Promise” of their own accord? Kind of a downer weekend activity. Let’s be honest, that kind of event looks much better on your resume than your Blackberry calendar. That very reason is why, at any given time, a Tufts person knows at least one other Tufts person breaking their back to plan one of these events. Not to disregard the efforts of EPIIC or ALLIES, but what if we included the festivities of a traditional, ancient Grecian symposium? Food for thought.