This year has been my year of poetry. I have scoured the internet for poetry, written and rewritten poetry, memorized and recited poetry, lived in it, muttered it to myself, printed the stuff out and taped it to my walls, …
For better or for worse, I am a deeply nostalgic person. But I didn’t realize this until quite recently, perhaps because I usually don’t enter bouts of nostalgia until everyone else falls asleep and I lie awake trying to do …
Last March, when we found out which blocks were in MacMillan House (Mac), I was honestly just confused. I didn’t quite see the vision, and I was unsure if we could bond when it felt like the only thing we …
I wrote my CommonApp essay about the fact that my sister is deaf and how growing up, my “superpower” was being her translator. As a brutally shy kid, the privilege of sound, and thus my voice, were ones I reluctantly …
Here is something I know about you: There was a version of you, not so long ago, who could be made completely content by a five-dollar box from a drive-through window. Or perhaps it was your most recent meal at …
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 …
It was my first move-in day at Bowdoin. After lugging all my suitcases up to my room on Appleton fourth floor, I walked over to Farley Field House with my new roommates for the cookout. I quickly found my orientation …
No one approached storytelling quite like my grandmother. She read the beginning of books purely to understand the ending then returned to the middle if she was still curious about the intermediate happenings, or she read it all over again. …