For senior Rachel Fresques, ballet is a balancing act. As one of the most structured forms of dance, its beauty lies in the relationship between form and expression. “I really like that ballet is so structured,” she said. “What I find so
This week, I sat down with somebody whose coolness had a magnetic pull for me. Entering Chiara Kruger’s room, I was struck by its balance of tidiness and colorful ebullience. On one of Kruger’s meticulously organized walls hangs a snapshot of her
Dear Campus Journal, My experience abroad has so far been unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced! As a few people back home and at Swat know, this is my first trip outside the country, so everything from customs, to inflight movies, to
While many Swarthmore students spent their Valentine’s Day getting screwed, I had the luxury of learning to thrust. Yes, that’s right. The cast of this year’s honor’s acting thesis production had me well lubricated with French red wine before drawing swords to
The good music of yesterday inspires the great music of today. As the esteemed Q-Tip once said on the legendary Low End Theory Album: “Don’t you know that things go in cycles?” We are reminded most of this reality through the art
Despairing of the writer’s condition under the Soviet Union, Mikhail Bulgakov burned the first draft of “The Master and Margarita” in 1930. Today, with the newest Penguin edition safely tucked away on our bookshelves, we can look back and imagine what might
As we sexual beings of the 21st century, advance into the technological age, we have found ourselves facing a new realm of issues that our analogue parents never encountered in their college years: sexting. As much as I love the charm of
Last week, six sophomores were given the Eugene M. Lang Opportunity Scholarship to undertake social action projects across the globe. The scholarship, given annually, offers students the chance to design and implement projects that tackle important issues in the community. Prospective Lang
Near the beginning of Gary Shteyngart’s new memoir, “Little Failure,” Gary shares an emotionally charged moment with his father. “The past is haunting us,” Shteyngart writes. “In Queens, in Manhattan, it is shadowing us, punching us in the stomach. I am small,
The Sunday before classes began this semester, from a few tables away, I saw Nick Witchey sitting in Hobbs brunching. His fine-boned face was framed by silky Medieval pageboy hair, and until I could meet him in the flesh, I decided to