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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 …
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 …
Among the long list of my mostly unachievable 2026 New Year’s resolutions was to be present. I wrote this in hopes that I would not only stop worrying so much about the future but also be more appreciative of my …
When I was in late elementary school at the height of the early 2010s, I was absolutely obsessed with Minecraft, the explosive game, literally and figuratively, that allows users to create their own worlds using blocks of different materials. More …
I am mildly obsessed with my Google Calendar. The tab on my computer feels almost like a baby I take care of, filling its bottle with my daily activities and coddling it through constant rearrangement, ultimately building some future. Yet, …
At my high school, homeroom was in the middle of the day. After two blocks of 85-minute classes, 20 something or other teenagers and I would come together for seven minutes in Room 302—a health classroom, with the CPR dummies …
The year was 2010. I was five years old and finally allowed to watch television (my mother had a strict “no TV” rule until then). Quickly, my little mind was captivated. At first by the commercials advertising toys I would …
Dirt cake, Grandma and a wind-up lobster. These aren’t just things you may witness walking down the mean streets of Maine but essential components to Nick Jr.’s 2002 show “Max and Ruby.” If this show wasn’t a staple of your …
While Serbs nowadays throw up a holy trinity salute to express their national pride and religion—like Albanians who sign an eagle across their chests with both hands—when I occasionally throw up my thumb, index and middle fingers in a photo, …
