When I was in middle school learning about crimes against humanity in history class, I remember asking Mr. Harris, “What did people do?” The atrocities that were happening to victims around the world were usually well-known and even broadcasted. I …
Becoming a college student has been a massive adjustment over the past few months, and it has been the most intellectually and socially packed time of my life so far. I have often found myself somehow both lonely and running …
The first time it happened, I was sitting in Honors Chemistry. I usually parked myself in the back of the classroom as a bored high school senior in a class full of juniors, just there to complete my natural science …
The first thing I remember hearing about the LGBTQ+ community at Bowdoin during my first-year orientation is that it is small. During a heart-to-heart talk with a gay-identifying senior, I was advised not to expect to have many friends who …
Bodies of water are some of my favorite places on the planet. Here in Brunswick, I love watching the Androscoggin River change throughout the year, from near stillness on fall mornings to raging rapids of snow melt in the spring. …
This place is a bubble. Of course it is. Every fall, two-thousand students leave their homes—many in affluent suburban neighborhoods outside of major cities—to head to a small town on the coast of Maine. As you cross the state border …
There’s nothing like walking home from a long day of classes and extracurriculars to find a dozen people crowding the thin halls of Coleman, munching on Hannaford brand potato chips and waiting for their love lives to be predicted from …
One fateful day, German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche wrote, “God is dead!” And on an even more fateful day, Chayma Charifi wrote, “God is dead.… but Cupid isn’t!” According to Nietzsche, God’s death means that humans are now free to create …
What started as an innocent, nerdy obsession turned into a long-running bit and has now become an emotional touchstone of a failing system. I am, of course, talking about my love for former President Jimmy Carter.
It’s become the universalized symbol of winter: the first snow, where you run out in the now cold air. A light dusting covers the ground and you try to catch a snowflake on your tongue. I always look forward to …