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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 …
In my writing, I tend to veer on the side of indulgent nostalgia. I usually find myself leaning into romanticism in my attempts at expressing a deep longing for home, a simultaneous mistrust of it and how those feelings have …
