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After the novelty and euphoria of first year wore off, I found myself caught in a sort of rhythm. Rhythm is an interesting word because (in this case) it’s neither positive nor negative. My expectations for certain systems and activities …
Last Friday, Director of Residential Life (ResLife) SJ Tinker announced in an email to first-year Reed House applicants that the house would be closed for renovations during the 2026–2027 academic year. Over the next eight years, one College House will …
Four years ago, when Russia launched its full-scale invasion of Ukraine, I was a high school student. It was after 9 p.m. here. In Kyiv, it was already morning—missiles before sunrise, frantic messages. Are you safe? The question has not …
Dear Editor,
The majority of Bowdoin’s student body, 89.9 percent, is not from Maine. I understand why you may pay more attention to politics in your home state or country. However, Maine is your home too, and Hannah Pingree, Democratic …
“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
If you share my penchant for period dramas, these lines from …
Recently, when a one-on-one meal goes quiet, I’ve started posing a provocative question: “What would Bowdoin be like without our phones?”
The reaction is instant. “It’s unimaginable,” someone declares, hands raised. “How would you coordinate anything?”
Our days are now …
In my writing, I tend to veer on the side of indulgent nostalgia. I usually find myself leaning into romanticism in my attempts at expressing a deep longing for home, a simultaneous mistrust of it and how those feelings have …
During my six semesters here at Bowdoin, I’ve become all too familiar with the ebbs and flows of the social life here. People make up, break up, make out and everything in between. Because many people spend time with certain …
At risk of sounding regretful of my background, I confess that my least favorite question when meeting someone is, “Where are you from?” My answer usually seems interesting enough to lead to many follow-ups, to the point where a side …
Valentine’s week arrives every year like clockwork—pink, glittery and impossible to ignore. Some people count down the days. Others count down the minutes until it’s over. Personally, I’ve started to suspect that holidays like Valentine’s, dropped inconveniently into the gray …
