March 8, 2023 At 6:00 p.m., the sun hangs low, painting the skyline with multiple shades of reddish-orange. I have just left Essie’s, but instead of walking back to my dorm as I always do after a meal, I’m staring dumbfounded into
In our lives at Swarthmore, and indeed in most scenarios in our everyday lives, we are rewarded for quickly absorbing, synthesizing, and making sense of new information. Think about it: in a political science or philosophy class, we generally need to read
Every year beginning in October and extending through November, the college is assisted by a public bow hunt group to control the deer population in the Crum Woods. The Swarthmore community was notified of this year’s public hunt on Oct. 18 in
“AHHHH!” Sky, tree, and earth raced around my furry squirrel body as I felt the wind roar my last rites in my little ears. It wasn’t the fall itself that would bring me death; it was the fall onto Jane, the president
“Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. An audience with the President of the Crum Squirrel Survival State…” I muttered under my breath as I climbed a birch tree. Hopping squirrel-length by squirrel-length with my squirrel paws gripping the bark repetitively, I was almost there. Squirrels
On April 22, Swarthmore students will race down Crum Creek for the first time in two years. The Crum Regatta is a close to 50-year-old Swarthmore tradition where students race down the creek in self-made boats and rafts. Teams are eligible for
Some part of them was warning Reggie that this was a terrible idea. Merely thinking about trespassing onto squirrel territory would get them into some serious trouble. But as they watched a squirrel with an unusual head to body ratio scamper away
Like many Swatties, I happen to enjoy taking long walks in the Crum Woods, meditating in the Crum Woods, and avoiding my responsibilities in the Crum Woods. Throughout my nearly four years at this school, surrounded by the beautiful arboreal glades, where
What a beautiful day. The air is warm with anticipation for spring, with the sun warming my arching back as I stretch. My tree, or “Mossy” as I know him, is located a couple of squirrel lengths from the stony paths that
Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d say this, but it’s about to get nutty! I am writing this as I wait for Newt the Squirrel to come back: he agreed to give me his take on chipmunk-squirrel relations