The closure of the master's program in romance languages at the University of New Orleans has been postponed, NOLA.com reports.
At a meeting of the University of Louisiana Board of Supervisors last week, faculty and staff in the foreign languages department questioned the low enrollment numbers used in a report about restructuring the programs.
Adam Norris, the Director of Communications at the University of New Orleans, tells us UNO became a tobacco-free campus on Aug. 1.
The state legislature mandated all public colleges and universities become smoke-free on that date, but UNO took it a step further and banned all types of tobacco. Norris says there are smoking-cessation resources in place for faculty, staff and students.
The University of New Orleans announced Friday that it will begin assessing all of the school’s degree programs to determine which programs should be dropped in an effort to streamline resources and cut costs, the Advocate reports.
UNO currently has 84 degree programs. A working group made up of of the deans of the five academic colleges and other university leaders will evaluate the programs to decide which to keep and which to cut.
I’m a fan of most South Louisiana specialties — crawfish, king cake, Zapp’s Potato Chips, et cetera — but a few things make me feel like a traitor to my local roots: I prefer my coffee without chicory, I’m ambivalent about oysters, and I’m pretty sure I have never in my life eaten a Hubig’s Pie.
Man, I swear you could hear Rod coming all the way from clear across Broad Ave. Laughing that big throaty Rod laugh and hollering out his “Alrights!” and “Okays!” while that old rusty bike dodged those Guv Nicholls St. potholes, squeaking up a storm. Didn’t matter if you were a stranger or not, you were gonna catch a holler from Rod.
I first visited New Orleans in the 1970s as a teenager with my father. He and four of his friends coordinated their business trips to meet here several times a year. They did not bring their wives. They wound up their various meetings by late afternoon and drifted into the courtyard at the Hotel Richelieu one by one. Loosening ties and dropping jackets on the backs of chairs, they ordered double bourbons. By dusk, they were blearily intoxicated and ready for dinner.