“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Lately, I’ve been turning this phrase over and over in my head, trying to make sense of it. I suppose it has always somewhat been a part of life, a harmless phrase repeated to us from a
With few days left of the Add/Drop period, students have reported odd hallucinations to the Counseling and Psychological Services (CAPS), claiming to see an enraged, worn-out identical to themselves in appearance and claiming to be from the future, in apparent anger and
Swarthmore students love to be too busy. After all, many of us were accepted here by being manic overachievers in high school. We ended up with stacked academic resumés, as well as long lists of stress induced mental break-downs. By graduation, we