When the alarm finally rang, I didn’t expect it to be a car crash. I’d been a volunteer Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) at Harpswell Neck Fire Department for five months, more than a full semester, and had not yet received …
There was a woodpecker on the tree closest to my bedroom window on Sunday morning. His pecking sounded over the constant drizzling rain, becoming my very own aviary alarm, coaxing me in and out of sleep. His pecking reminded me …
Currently I’m sitting in bed on the bottom floor of my aunt’s apartment in Portland, OR (not the other Portland, the one in Maine where I go to school). It’s almost a hundred degrees outside. I angle the shades to …
The summer before my semester abroad was my first time away from the College for longer than a month since I matriculated. After spending my first year, then first summer and then sophomore year on campus, the College began to …
Last Thursday, for the first time this year, the Boston Red Sox took the field for a real game of baseball. From now until October, this sport will be a constant in my life—an unpredictable constant, but a constant nonetheless.…
Sunset marks the end of the day’s light. On some nights, the sky could light up in hues of pink and orange and maybe purple, but on others the sky could remain in a cloudy haze before the darkness takes …
I consider myself a political person. Every morning I read the news or listen to a podcast summarizing it. My Instagram feed is littered with posts from The New York Times, The New Yorker and meme accounts spoofing current events. …
Last Thursday, when I heard about the encampment in Smith Union, confusion pulsed through me. I wasn’t sure how I felt, or who I could talk to about the way I was feeling.