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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 …
The Offer of the College is a gilded promise. But it is not enough for me. One day, I will build a house with my own hands, so I have taken work as a carpenter’s apprentice. I am paid $25 …
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 …
