Claudia Olson ’22 | Assistant Features Editor
Your vote matters
If you’re a current student at Smith, you’ve probably been told to vote.
Claudia Olson ’22 | Assistant Features Editor
Your vote matters
If you’re a current student at Smith, you’ve probably been told to vote.
The beginning of “mid90s” is comprised of sudden images cut together. Skateboards, still on the ground, are scattered with a force. A hallway where an older brother pounces on the younger one, pelting him with his fists. And the younger brother — the thirteen year-old boy we will come to know as Stevie — looks in the mirror and pokes at his bruised chest, then punches it, groaning with the pain.
Students and their parents took refuge from last Saturday’s rain to enjoy performances by a variety of Smith’s ensemble groups in John M. Greene Hall. “Montage” is sponsored by the Smith music department, and this year’s theme centered around royalty, which came through both in the music and the names of the artists chosen to cover.
Even on her days off, Smith Dining Services employee Gerry Dupre likes to bake. Most recently, she made a pecan pie. “I had so many…
Capricorn: Ford Hall. You never stop working. Aquarius: Neilson (RIP). You love makeovers and bringing stuff into the 21st century. Pisces: Hillyer Hall. You have…
On October 15, Smithies in Business held its second annual internship panel. The flow of students continuously came and went: some of them chatted with representatives while the others ate lunch and talked to their peers.
Writing about disability can be a tricky task. I’ve always had a passion for writing, but only rarely do I write about my experience of living with a disability, because I don’t want others to misinterpret my story.
A group of 65, comprised of student athletes who identify as POC and their allies, are bringing attention to their experiences of lack of diversity and inclusion on athletic teams at the college.
Smythology epidsode 5: Smith-themed Halloween costume ideas (in case you didn't feel school-spirited enough)
Upon opening the doors to the exhibit, you immediately lock eyes with a pale woman in a turquoise robe who looks out from her ornate frame with a small smile. She is one of the few in the gallery who will actually make eye contact with you; the rest of the women gaze demurely at things out of sight as if they are wishing for something their gilded world cannot give them.