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What a difference a year at Swat makes

This past summer marks my eighth and last at the same Jewish sleepaway camp tucked in the Catoctin mountains of Pennsylvania. When I left for home at the end of two exhausting months as a counselor, I wasn’t sad to go. For
September 3, 2015

Embracing a new year of old flames

As of now, I am halfway done with my degree, which is crazy. Returning to Swarthmore after my second summer is a bit strange because at this point I’ve done it all before: the bad fuck, the awkward Sharples conversation, the perfect
September 3, 2015

Swarthmore Reflections, Ruth Talbot

I have four clear memories of my first day at Swarthmore — more feelings at this point. The acute humiliation of a cool frat bro helping me carry a literal arms’ worth of tampons from Ben West to my dorm. The panic
May 10, 2015

That one college love: A reflection

Most of us have had that one college love. For some, it was unrequited. For others, passionate. It may have blossomed into a relationship, perhaps even a partnership; it may have been a fling. A few will move to new and exciting
April 30, 2015

What do we mean when we say “goodbye”?

What are your memories of the class of 2015? Sure, most of you must have a few good friends graduating — as do I — but what about the others? The vague acquaintances and used-to-be friends? The one-time hookups you’re still lusting
April 30, 2015

Dressed to impress at Ride the Tide

Ride the Tide is coming, and the year is going. Walking to brunch with my roommate Sunday morning, I watched her look down at the sports shorts and flannel she was wearing and sigh, “I get proportionally more frat-bro as the weather
April 16, 2015

Over Sharples dinner: an ode to specs

— When confronted by someone new at Swat, do you think you take the “flight” or the “fight” response? “I don’t know. It depends.” — Yeah, I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about the awkwardness of eye contact in Sharples a lot
April 16, 2015
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