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As I have begun to settle into the rhythms of Bowdoin, one constant comfort in the somewhat distressing, yet exciting process of finding my place at this school is the dinners. That is not to say that I always like …
Last week, as I took my mother-prescribed “get outside, it’s beautiful out” walk, I pushed past Saint John’s Cemetery on Pine Street and onto the Brunswick Landing Perimeter Trail. Initially, it was just like any other walk—the breath of fresh …
At the beginning of the academic year, Harvard College dean David J. Deming sent a school-wide email proposing a policy that encouraged professors across all departments to use AI, including in writing courses. Inevitably, this led to immediate backlash from …
I once asked an elementary school student why he hadn’t completed the math worksheet his teacher had assigned. “Because I’m a bad kid,” he responded with a shrug. I’ve heard similar expressions about other students I’ve tutored or mentored, sometimes …
There are two kinds of research I conduct regularly: the kind that requires JSTOR and the kind that requires TikTok rabbit holes.
The latter recently involved determining which shade of Merit concealer most closely resembles Haus Labs 13 Neutral, a …
Time: fleeting, ticking, tracking, losing. There never seems to be enough of it, or at least we find ways to make that a reality.
In high school, students are busy trying to get into a “good” college, and in college, …
I studied abroad at Yonsei University in Seoul, South Korea last spring, an endeavor that introduced me to a range of new experiences. I discovered the simultaneous ultimate freedoms (best public transport in the world) and ultimate limitations (everything costs …
Despite the beautiful views and trails we have around campus and the larger Brunswick area, what has consumed my mind during most of my solo runs recently is a photograph. It features my dad, my mom, my brother and me, …
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, …
Most journeys in civic life don’t begin at five years old, but on January 19, 2010, I brought my kindergarten class’s teddy bear to the polls.
I didn’t really understand what the election was about (or that you’re not supposed …
