I promised to reinvent myself when I got to Carleton. I overthink and stress out about everything, from the prompt of an English essay to what flavor of ice cream to order. (Are these the best examples? Maybe I could think of something funnier, or more relatable). What I need…
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Prior to the COVID-19 pandemic, I had no real interest in podcasts. I would listen to the occasional episode of whatever show my dad was following on a long car ride, but I had never gone out of my way to find one. I’m a more visual person; I need…
The results were in. Positive for stage three ovarian cancer. My grandmother had been struggling healthwise for a while, but I never would have expected the results to be this severe. This was in March 2019, far before the looming COVID-19 Pandemic would strike the globe. Like many people, this…
It is never a pleasant experience to come across less funds in your checking account than you’d hope. It is even less enjoyable to find that several charged purchases are not of your doing – a situation I unfortunately found myself in last week. After several moments of eerie elevator…
About a week and a half ago, I had just finished working a lunch shift at the Burton dining hall when I opened a seemingly routine Communications email. To my surprise, the 900-word message subsequently outlined several significant changes to COVID policies that would redefine the very definition of what…
There are two types of “Karens” in this world. The first is the Karen that stands with her hands on her hips, chin jutting, asking–demanding!–to “speak to your manager.” The second, and more harmful, is the Karen that calls the police on Black men in the park. While there are…
Upon first arriving at my dorm, I was, to say the least, underwhelmed. The room was cluttered with cobwebs and the must of estival inoccupancy. Worst of all—as if one was not bad enough—I had two roommates. But I was cautiously optimistic. My roommates were nice, and my attic-like single…
Allow me to preface this article by saying that last year was difficult for everyone. I am in no way attempting to minimize anyone’s experiences by recounting my own. I sincerely apologize if it comes off that way, but I suppose there is no way to prevent it from doing…
The day I met J, the shaggy-haired, lanky boy sitting on the opposite side of the submarine in the lab I worked in, I knew by the way he discussed Tolkien’s invented languages, the way politeness tendriled through his speech, and the way he loved animals that we’d be friends.…
To the Class of 2021, I suppose that I would feel unusually close to your class since this is my last year of teaching. You are the last class I have been with for all four years. But my respect for you as a group is not just based on…