After one year, the School of Foreign Service decided to terminate the Hindi program due to budgetary restraints, drawing protests from students who want to continue with it after taking beginner-level Hindi this year.

“Offering Hindi was always considered by SFS to be a one-year experiment in order to assess student interest,” said Charles King, SFS faculty chairman.

Poor Doug Feith. All he ever wanted was to do was spread the good news of the neoconservative utopia he tried to build in the Middle East to the up-and-coming staffers in some future catastrophic Republican administration.

So far in this campaign, the public has generally accepted the premise that Sen. Hillary Clinton (D-N.Y.) would be as capable a commander in chief, if not more so, than any of her rivals.

It’s hard to grab even a quick meal without seeing someone you know at The Tombs, where the faces are as familiar as the memorabilia and vintage crew equipment adorning the walls.

Here’s a thought experiment: Try to make a list of the least funny things on television. The Home Shopping Network has got to be on there, plus the Weather Channel, the Sci-Fi Network and one of those cryptic channels that’s always broadcasting church services from some undisclosed location.

And then, rounding out the top five, there’s “Saturday Night Live.”

1983: Iran invades Iraq. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” hits the airwaves. Brunei becomes an independent country. And on the Hilltop, a few students turn an idea into a Georgetown fixture with the founding of what is now the Georgetown University Alumni and Student Federal Credit Union.

“I have come to the conclusion,” John Adams declares at the beginning of the play “1776,” “that one useless man is called a disgrace; that two are called a law firm, and that three or more become a Congress.”

Replace the word “Congress” with the word “committee,” and you’d swear that John was talking about Georgetown University’s Media Board.

Few expected the Jelleff Hoyas to even make Sunday’s game competitive. They were outmanned in a big way: missing two of their starters and up against a team a year older — and a year bigger — than they were. Middle schoolers playing in a high schoolers’ league.

I feel as though I’m perpetually one disappointment away from swearing off politics for good.

On Tuesday night at 8 p.m., in a basement-level classroom in ICC, the three-year-old effort of a dedicated core of Georgetown students to bring awareness to genocide in Darfur pressed on.

The event boasted none of the publicity or excitement of a Red Square rally or an international fast. But even the night’s modest program packed the classroom so tightly with interested students that many sat on the floor.

They watched a documentary featuring grisly images of Sudanese who had been murdered in the violence. They listened to two speakers, including Niemat Ahmadi, an outspoken critic of the Sudanese government, who was forced to flee her homeland after two assassination attempts.