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I feel oddly still. Permanently going somewhere. Always alienated from somewhere else. I sit here on a large red cushion, whose tone casts itself boldly onto this scene. I have to get a rabies vaccine in 12 minutes. I don’t …
This past weekend, I fled Bowdoin’s blizzard conditions for the warm embrace of my sister and the city of Los Angeles. What began as a desperate attempt to outrun the isolation of Brunswick quickly became an escape from the winter …
I’ll admit I was slightly skeptical when I first sat down with Jack Fletcher ’26, one of the two leaders of Bowdoin Consulting Group. The goal of this column is to spotlight different clubs around campus, but I assumed a …
This week, as the Office of Alumni Relations and Annual Giving geared up for its biggest fundraising day of the year, another group on campus put out a call for donations. After over a year of dormancy, Polar Bear Mutual …
Honey walnut, sourdough and country rye—the smell of fresh bread is a stark contrast to the snow that raged outside Brunswick’s newest bakery, Porteur Breads, this week.
Porteur Breads opened its doors to the public for the first time on …
Since 1871, The Bowdoin Orient has been a staple at the College, covering and chronicling events on and around campus. From April 1899 onward, our coverage has been weekly. Looking back at Orient issues from the month of February, we …
April 30, 2025 was the day that Lisa Tran McKee closed on Brunswick’s home decor store Nest. It was also the 50th anniversary of the fall of Saigon—the same week her family escaped from Vietnam and eventually settled in Orange …
Identical twins Chase and Tyler Lenk ’26 always knew that they wanted to go to college together. Ever since applying Early Decision to Bowdoin and getting accepted at the same time, they have seen their passions overlap while still …
We sat on the floor sandwiched between the TV and a dilapidated pile of furniture in a Coleman basement dorm on Sunday evening, my phone lying flat between Tess Artzer ’29 and I with my liked Bad Bunny songs open …
I only met you twice in my life. Once, at the age of four, during a wedding in the village. I don’t remember much about that trip. It was my first time outside the United States and the tri-state area. …
