The aesthetics of evil. Doesn’t that sound seductive? As children, before we become aware of ourselves and the world around us, norms and laws are subliminally impressed on us to “keep us safe.” While wearing seatbelts, eating greens and abstaining …
I feel we’re living in a rather defensive age. I remember being an 11-year-old defending my beliefs that someone who “grabs women by the pu**y” should not be president. I remember being a high schooler defending my stance that we …
I haven’t much time—I’m on my lunch break—but I’m writing to you from an uncharted territory: real life. Indeed, this May I flipped across the graduation stage and tossed my cap in the air with my classmates as …
Skin shuddering and breath quivering, Medusa trembled like the leaves wilting from the olive trees that wound around the temple’s structure. Her knees scraped along the jagged stone as she pushed herself to her feet.
This is it, Bears! The last edition of the Orient, the last full week of classes, and (for seniors) the last few days we’ll be here on campus. Although I will miss the people and the campus dearly, one thing …
One day last fall, after club tennis practice (drama), one of the captains, Mitra Hu-Henderson ’28 (queen), told me about Bowdoin Quiz Bowl. As the social captain of the quiz bowl team, Mitra explained that the group meets on the …
Senior spring! Similar to this time in high school, I expected this time to be a carefree era where I could bask in the sun with my friends, soak up the last of my free food and, most importantly, literally …
Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg and the gays of Silicon Valley, we’ve been forced to see ourselves and each other much more than generations past. That said, a trend that I’ve seen arise on social networks and in-person interactions is the …
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 …
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 …