I ’ve changed a lot during my time at Swarthmore, no doubt. I matriculated this college as a bright-eyed seventeen-year-old bursting with idealism, and I am graduating as, well, not that. One aspect of my personality that I’ve come to accept will
In an event room in the Inn at Swarthmore, a group of students representing various communities of the college met with external reviewers as part of the Dean’s office external review that President Valerie Smith requested. The reviewers came in with experience
While I have always known the Women’s Resource Center existed, it has not yet played a major role in my life at Swat; I visited it a grand total of once, for Cookie in a Jar night (even now, I remember that
If you’re like me, all you’re doing right now is waiting for spring break — and perhaps already dreading your return to the hectic schedule that the second half of a semester brings. However, instead of starting to feel sad about coming
Every four years a wave of political excitement seems to crash onto college campuses across the United States. The prospect of a new president flashes on every TV screen and Facebook feed, and this semester the election seems to be on everyone’s
“The WRC… I should go there more…” Many have made the first trip of their Swarthmore careers to the WRC in the last month: just in March, the WRC hosted a discussion on Hillary Clinton, co-sponsored over 5 Women’s History Month talks,
Every young sexually frustrated teenager dreams of the freedom of college. Having sleepovers whenever you want, with whomever you want, and never having to say a thing to your parents. It seems like sex is the one thing everyone is certain
Every young sexually frustrated teenager dreams of the freedom of college. Having sleepovers whenever you want, with whomever you want, and never having to say a thing to your parents. It seems like sex is the one thing everyone is certain happens
As we near the close of the third week of this school year, we are in the midst of what has come to be known as the “Red Zone,” a period of time at the beginning of the school year during which
The Los Angeles Review of Books published an article last week called “Our Deep Springs Syllabus.” The fictional, satirical syllabus for the male-only school situated in the California desert is a humor piece. More importantly, though, it’s a plea to reexamine the