It’s a common story at colleges across the country: student activists demand a phaseout of fossil fuel investment at the institutional level, and the board of trustees offers a provisional fifteen, twenty, or thirty-year plan. Smith made the switch in 2019 following a survey in which 92% of students voted in favor of divestment. Yet the school’s fifteen-year, best-case-scenario promise falls short of scientific consensus– the U.N. writes that we have nine years left before climate collapse becomes irreversible.
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On Feb. 1, 2021, police body camera footage surfaced online of a nine-year-old Black girl being dragged through snow to a police car, handcuffed, and pepper sprayed. The officers responding to a report of “family trouble” acted in this aggressive manner after the girl expressed that she wanted to kill herself and her mother. While the girl refused to sit inside the police car and said that she wanted her father, an officer dismissively told her that she’s “acting like a child,” to which the nine-year-old replied, “I am a child”–– then they pepper sprayed her.
I may not be the best person to write about marriage. The thought of being officially committed to someone for the rest of my life makes me want to crawl out of my skin and I don’t think I’ll ever get married. Not because I’ve never been in love (although I haven’t), but because the institution of marriage horrifies me.
Covid drastically changed the way we date. Bella Levavi’s house of Smithies in Hadley made a pod around the people they date. She interviewed the…
I spend all day studying. I worry if I don't keep working I will fall behind. I desperately want to take time for myself, but I can’t seem to relax. Like most students, I need a break. But our two-day spring break, Meadow Day, is not enough during such an overwhelming time.
You don’t want to run into past hookups nightly while brushing your teeth or make uncomfortable small talk while waiting for your laundry and you most certainly don’t want to see, or God forbid hear, your ex’s current hookups. So why, in my sophomore year, did I break that cardinal rule?
Normally the idea of uninterrupted, totally free time would be exciting to me, as a lifelong, avid reader.
A year after the Louisville police shooting of Breonna Taylor, the question of what justice might look like for her continues.
If you had told me this time last year that I would be rhapsodizing about romance novels I would have laughed in your face. But how could I have predicted what 2020 would bring?