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Breaking a bone can mark a majorly distinct life period. Snap anything other than a toe or finger, and you have at least a month in recovery to look forward to with many daily inconveniences along the way. The result …
It’s that time of year again. Open Instagram and you’ll find yourself drowning (no, hurricanes can’t get us here, let’s say swimming) in a Caribbean sea of paradisiacal photos with varying degrees of aesthetic quality and colonial bullsh*t. Better known …
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 …
