Ah, winter formal. The force of chaos and upset that tests even the strongest of friendships. Where you are forced to bump repeatedly into your classmates’ back sweat and wander listlessly through Essie’s— the humidity of hormones unmistakable but unsettling. For some,
I was dealt some blows by midterms and Swat Plague 2.0 which delayed this article, but never fear! I am back at it again to go where no woman has gone before in my deep dive into footwear, festivities, and human nature.
Truth can be found in the most unassuming places. As a disoriented first year, I wanted to learn more about the Swarthmore party scene, and maybe do a freshman perspective piece about it. Thinking about riffing on it — all alone with
