I bought the chair on a sunny Saturday afternoon, October 6, 2018, at a thrift sale outside the Swarthmore Presbyterian Church. A kind old man sold it to me for exactly one dollar. I did not have cash on me, so I
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Past midnight on a Friday, I found myself in a kebab shop with two of my clearly intoxicated friends. The kebabs came in styrofoam boxes that would not close because of the sheer amount of meat stuffed into them. One of my
We’ve all been there: rushing to a morning class, a pit stop at the bathroom becomes a ten minute ordeal as the contents of last night’s Sharples bar are forcibly expelled from your bowels. You don’t get used to it; it never
Here we are again. Before we dive into the grit of what I’ve found for you about this crime, let us first discuss truth. Truth is a funny thing. Philosophers have long questioned how we find truth, how we know things to
What may have first appeared to be a garden-variety Swat Plague has, over the past few weeks, hit our campus with the force of a hurricane fueled by snot and despair. It seems like everyone either has a hacking cough, food poisoning
I sat there, in the front entrance Sharples, at the series of tables that everyone has no choice but to walk past as they enter. I held a crimson Center for Innovation and Leadership pen in my right hand, and before me
It was a rainy week in December of 2016, definitely not good baseball weather. It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. The clock struck four and people shuffled out of their seminars and to their respective activities, maybe going
It was November. Who was it? Us. What was it? Entrapment. A new game to assert one’s dominance: depleting every scarce category on our OneCards. While more frugal students might use their meal plans as a way to learn responsible financial skills,
When it was confirmed I was moving from ML into Willets, I was overjoyed. Even though I wrote an article earlier this year about living in ML, I couldn’t wait to leave the “Sunday school” (as a friend jokingly called it) for