Where is our Camel Pride?
The Connecticut College website boasts of twenty-eight varsity teams and hundreds of varsity athletes. The website also mentions that we play in the “New England Small College Athletic Conference” or the NESCAC as…
A juror’s duty-Part 1
Baltimore Today I watched a guilty man walk free. Five hours after closing statements 10 confident jurors descended from the deliberating room trailing the final 2 jurors, young men battered into consensus….
Bathroom Stall Literature Under Attack
Last month I entered the men’s bathroom on the first floor of Fanning and was greeted by the smell of new paint. I banged open the nearby stall door and found hastily-applied brown…
Twitter and Fiber
About a month ago I set up a Twitter account with my name on it. My dad uses Twitter , some of my friends use twitter and more than a few of my…
Life Lessons: An Impromptu Guide for Success
Last Friday, April 1, Connecticut College hosted Jon McBride ’92, the second speaker in the school’s centennial speaker series. McBride, current Deputy Director of Presidential Personnel to Barack Obama, entered to a round…
“Every Dollar Counts”: A Chat with Jim Berrien
Few students known Jim Berrien ’74. He’s a tall man with steely blue eyes and a head of hair that struggles between blondes and grays. The sleeves of his gray suit are tailored…
Single-Stream Sabotage: RecycleManiacs Exposed
Connecticut College is a small community in which secrets are scarce. Rumors spread like H1N1—our private lives are all but communal and as a result little escapes our ever-judging eyes. Yet for the…
One Hundred Years in Two Minutes
Editor’s note: This article is written as satire, and is not to be taken entirely seriously. “In the beginning,” narrates Matthew Rolin ‘13, “there was just an idea.” This is the opening line…
Lacking Levity
About a month ago I pulled a homeless man out of the tracks of a metro train after he had passed out, face down in the tunnel. I didn’t want to write about…
From feathers to chicken: The backwards evolution of a bird
This program, “WordPress” ( the one we use to put these lovely blog posts on the Internet), is really starting to kill me. Not “kill me” in the Holden Caulfield sense of the…
The Paris Joy Initiative
This marks week one of what I am referring to as “The Paris Joy Initiative.” That’s right, I am personally bent on injecting joy into this city. Don’t get me wrong, Parisians know…
The french work ethic…slanderous remarks
Although my last post may appear to only have been posted an hour or two ago it was in fact posted two days ago…just on the wrong page. Therefore this post within such…
Truth Bending and Paris LAX
I live in Parisian maids quarters, a room slightly smaller than an average dorm room with a bed 4 feet off the ground and a sink taking up half of the room. I…
Time: The American Currency
Summer is a time in which College students ultimately do two things: We ask ourselves big questions and figure out that no one can help us with the answers. Although this is not…
B-more
Over the past few weeks I have begun straying farther and farther from farm life, drifting back to Baltimore, my hometown and ”The City that Reads.” That slogan was adopted in 1987 by former mayor…
