This is not an op-ed or a traditional news article. This is a reflection, and right now, I am sitting on the floor of my room. Door locked. Phone away. Thinking. The biggest thing I am thinking about, the most important thing
Strictly Good Advice, When do I know if I have something worth writing or saying? Thanks, Christian. Hello, Christian, and thanks for your question. I enjoyed this question because working toward an answer led me to internalize
And just like that, the last break before summer has come and gone, leaving us with nothing but the oh-so-glorious remnants of March, April, and May. All throughout high school, this was always my least favorite time of the year. Daylight saving
Spring is upon us. The weather may be unreliable and unpredictable, I may have watched a huge tree fall outside my window that overlooks Willets hill, but hey, at least spring break is upon us. I am placing great emphasis on the
Spring Break, (n): A week designed for students to either get drunk in Fort Lauderdale or return home so that family members can judgmentally ask whether they got an actual, paid internship for the summer. To my fellow Swatties who seek
Stuck spending your spring break at Swarthmore College when you could be tanning on Miami Beach? Don’t want to waste away in bed for a week and then feel completely worthless afterwards? Here’s a list of things you can do to
I have never considered myself to be a financial aficionado, but I was recently confronted with the depths of my ineptitude after a protracted tangle with the New York State Tax Department. In order to work a summer job scooping ice
The Scott Arboretum retains an air of mystery even for a veteran senior like myself. The word ‘arboretum’ is awkward to pronounce and clearly has something to do with trees, but at Swarthmore the term encompasses a vast botanical garden containing
Screw Your Roommate, an impressively awkward school tradition that began in the 80s, returned this year on Feb. 18. Dressed in often embarrassing costumes, several hundred anxious and uncomfortable students gathered in Sharples around dinner time in search for a blind date
Imagine, if you will, a bright-eyed freshman arriving at Swarthmore, hoping to find a beautiful gay utopia where everyone who was a lonely queer kid in high school will find love and be swept away on a beautiful rainbow unicorn. Now imagine,