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The Israeli/Palestinian conflict and the need for nuance: a personal reflection

Anonymous May 23, 2021

Writing this piece is daunting. There is so much I want to say, so much I need to say, but finding a way to accurately articulate my conflicted feelings feels futile. This is my attempt. I have felt...

Ignored, unwanted and discarded: thoughts on racial inclusion, body positivity and beauty standards at Carleton

Anonymous May 2, 2021

Content warning: sexual assault. Last Sunday, I was eating brunch with a fellow senior friend of mine, reminiscing on our time at Carleton, when the topic of dating came up. “You know, I’m kind...

“Life, Life”: Living in the Process of Dying

Anonymous January 31, 2020

It’s been both surreal and intensely frightening watching the cultural change that has surrounded nicotine consumption the past couple years. In my memory a complete societal-cognitive shift like this—youth...

Alum perspective: toward a more inclusive progressivism

Anonymous January 24, 2020

It’s November 2017. I’m walking back from Farm House to my townhouse at 4 a.m. My last fall term at Carleton is over, and I just need to catch the Northfield Line bus at 5:30 a.m. I just said goodbye...

The Case of Professor Levi: Have we served justice?

Anonymous October 4, 2019

The following piece was written in advance of the Carletonian's publication of the article "College Finds Prof. Levi guilty of sexually inappropriate conduct." Does Professor Levi's absence signal...

Prof Allegedly Implicated in Title IX Case to Return

Anonymous May 20, 2018

Pr of Anthropology Jay Levi will return to teach during the 2018-19 academic year, according to next year’s course catalog. Last April, the Carletonian reported that Levi’s off-campus studies (OCS)...

A bag full of nothing

Anonymous February 14, 2017

I wish could admit it, I believe in God

Anonymous October 24, 2015

I used to hate going to church. The early mornings. The old women pinching your cheeks. The songs that lacked a beat. Only the promise of weekly chocolate chip pancakes forced me out of bed and into nice...

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