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Regardless of the country, I’ve had the same conversation with each new person I’ve met abroad. From random strangers to host family relatives, everyone’s first question upon learning that I am from America is, “What do you think about the …
Many a cold and weary Bowdoin student has utilized the omnipresent white, six-passenger vans that drive around campus. However, students may be unaware of the extent of the shuttle’s operations and the people who keep the program running.
Abby Rubin …
In his newest book, “How Maine Decides, An Insider’s Guide to How Ballot Measures Are Won and Lost,” former Professor of Government Christian Potholm ’62 condenses his experience campaigning for ballot measures into an analysis of Maine’s unique …
Coles Tower has become an icon of mid-century modern architecture and a hub for student life on Bowdoin’s campus. At one point, when it was built in 1964, it stood as the tallest building in Maine and the tallest building …
The quad is alive for the first time in weeks—and I’ve realized something about humanity.
Sorry—I’m an anthropology major.
Bare arms and legs decorate the still-green quad, students lying on their bellies like lizards. I’m tucked in my hammock without …
The world keeps ending and the world keeps going on and I wake up in the morning and hope for the sun.
The world keeps ending and the world keeps going on and I worry if my shirt will fit …
When students living in Brunswick Apartments do their laundry, walk to class or throw away their garbage, sometimes, a small, fluffy shape follows them. Although she has an owner, the “Bruns Cat” is an outdoor pet that many in the …
This summer, I was at dinner with a friend when we heard Donald Trump had been shot. It was hot and humid and foreboding, as much of the summer had been, and we had made the mistake of sitting outside. …
On a crisp Saturday morning in Brunswick, the quiet street of Park Row came alive with laughter, cheers and the rumbling of bed frames on wheels. The Annual Rolling Slumber Bed Races, a cherished town tradition, once again brought together …
In this column, we are figuring out how to handle our fears, and today, these authors feel tangled in fear. So, in an effort to untangle ourselves, we are naming our fear.
We are afraid that since people’s fears for …
