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Looking Back: From The Beginning
Dear Freshman Year, In three days, school will end; freshman year will end. It’s so crazy how fast time has flown by. Truly. Looking back, I don’t think I would have thought that this would all end so fast. So many things
These are the Things I Think about Sometimes: Life’s Hard Decisions.
These past few weeks, more so than ever since going to college, I have had to make many hard decisions. Stumbling upon two roads diverged in a yellow path, both having their own pros and cons, and more urgently, I have realized
May There Be Peace on Earth (A Story That’s Not About Kyle House)
A little away from most Swarthmore’s residential halls, tucked away in the corner next to The Lang Civic Center and across Singer, you’ll find Kyle House: a women’s dorm. Housing ten women in three rooms of doubles and three rooms of singles
“It’s not that bad”: An honest review of Swarthmore’s cuisine
So, how does everyone like the food here? I’ve heard so many mixed reviews from a lot of people, so I’m curious: how would you rate the food options available on campus on a scale from 1 to 5 (1 being “it’s
Dear Aunty Em: Chalking
Dear Aunty Em, Chalking is how I express myself. How can I chalk it up at Swarthmore? Longing to Chalk Dear Longing to Chalk, Aunty Em has you covered. I’ve soaked in all 43,762 words of the new fine-tuned Student Code of
Thanks, Willets, For Your Thin Walls (Minus Aura)
Episode 1 of Dorms on Campus We all live in dorms. That’s a given for 95% of the student body. I think there’s a universal experience that each Swattie goes through during their time here, and that’s the oh-so-wonderful dormitory life! Dormitory
Do Horses Deserve to Be Happy?
Cayla and I were discussing the horses in New York. People were protesting the horse-drawn carriages that carry people around Central Park; they said that it was unethical for the horses to be confined to the sidewalk-laden environment. That the horses should
My Swarthmore Journal: Come On, Breathe You Workaholic Swatties!
The greyish-white rocks crunch a bit as I wiggle and shove my feet under the gatherings of rocks. I’m trying to disappear. (But hiding my feet under the rocks probably won’t help with the fact that my body is still visible.) The