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In the midst of my senior spring, I am filled with so much gratitude for Bowdoin and the memories I’ve made and the people I’ve met here. But my positive experience comes with a major caveat that I would feel …
While it is impossible to conceptualize America in a manner that honors the wild diversity of hundreds of millions of lives, it is clear our country is in need of healing. To this end, it may be helpful to think …
This op-ed was written on February 6 and submitted to the Orient prior to the February 28 US-Israeli strikes on Iran.
As many of you have seen in the news, the Islamic Republic has massacred thousands of innocent Iranians, …
I am constantly falling victim to nostalgia. The borders of my memory often feel more akin to a cell than a palace. It has been this way for me as long as I can remember. In childhood, I would mourn …
“You and I ought not to die before we have explained ourselves to each other.”
By the time John Adams penned this line to Thomas Jefferson in 1813, the two men had been at odds for over a decade following …
Every day at Bowdoin, I am impressed by the lofty ambitions of my peers—dreams to cure antibiotic resistance, run All-American times and scale both literal and metaphorical mountains. Extraordinary ambition is the norm; a walk through the library is enough …
The immigration discourse has been loaded for a very long time, and it has not become any less polarizing. Growing up as the child of immigrants, it never quite made sense why. What was so bad about people like my …
Standing inside the Gibbons Center for Arctic Studies, I cannot help but be reminded of the parallels with the Walker Art Building, dating back to the Gilded Age. At Gibbons’s entrance, and the Bowdoin College Museum of Art’s (BCMA) original, …
Around this time last year, I decided to withdraw from studying abroad … for the first time. It seemed unorthodox for a language major to have so little interest in an opportunity to immerse myself in a culture I appreciate …
It’s 27 degrees Fahrenheit, someone’s insisting it’s “not even that bad” and you’re debating if gloves are dramatic. In Maine, that’s not denial. That’s just winter. You put a coat on and keep it moving. Lately, I’ve been thinking about …
