This year, the realities of composting at Smith frustrated students and workers alike. Contamination, confusing bins and massive amounts of waste plague people on every level of this process.
The Sophian
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By the time the spring Student Government Association (SGA) election closed on April 15, Smithies’ email inboxes had been inundated with announcements, invitations and reminders…
It has been 70 days since Russia invaded Ukraine. The invasion has displaced a quarter of Ukrainian residents and triggered the largest refugee crisis in…
Saturday, April 1, Smith’s Tennis team ended an eventful season with their final NEWMAC match. While the Pioneers finished with a 8-1 loss to Wellesley…
The Pioneers are unstoppable when it comes to their Track & Field team this season. They have garnered various personal bests and the students performed…
“He still brought her flowers,” read Jane MacLaughlin ’24, thus kicking off the Student Creative Writing extravaganza at the Boutelle-Day Poetry Center on April 14. Sponsored by the Smith English Department, the extravaganza featured nine student writers who read selections of their works, five of whom were seniors.
Artist Yu-Wen Wu sits at the head of the table ready to address the fellows of the Democracies Redux group with the Kahn Liberal Arts Institute. As an interdisciplinary artist working closely with the leaders of this Kahn group, professor Sujane Wu and professor Payal Banerjee, Wu has spent this year with the Smith community to address anti-Asian hate through art, archives, and storytelling.
The field of classics is experiencing a crisis of identity. What used to be hailed as the foundation of Western civilization is now embraced by…
Imaginame, en 2019, sentad@ en un sofá, en casa de algún güey de UMass, mientras una fiesta moría por mi alrededor. Solo vine a esta fiesta porque mi amiga de Smith era invitada por un chico de Tinder y quería apoyo. Ahora, estaba en el piso de arriba, chingandole, y yo sol@ en un sofá mientras la gente se abrazaba y pedía sus ubers pa’ casa. Solo los originales permanecieron: compañeros de casa y sus parejas escuchando Carrie Underwood y mirando la tortiller@ misterios@ en su sofa hetero de UMass. No quería dejarle a mi amiga, pero tampoco charlar con desconocidos cuando lo único que quería hacer era dormir.