I’ve been Jewish my whole life. Coming from a very non-Jewish part of the United Kingdom, I have always been open and loud about my Jewish identity. I’ve experienced my fair share of anti-semitism. I remember, without fondness, the swastikas drawn by fingers on early morning bus window condensation ...
As the suspected active shooter situation was unfolding, I came face-to-face with a stark contrast between the experience of those who do not come from places where this happens and those that do. This contrast became even more evident on Monday, after I had many conversations with American classmates ...
Content warning: This article contains references to eating disorders. It’s 8:30 on a Monday morning, and I’m having a staring contest with my breakfast.
Who are these three well-dressed young gentlemen who I have seen standing outside Proctor Dining Hall for the last few weeks, handing out pamphlets and talking to Middlebury students?
The start of the semester is always an incredibly busy time in all realms of college life. In particular, I find the social scene to be especially hectic as I meet new people through classes and other activities. In this vein, the first few days of this semester were the busiest I’ve experienced so ...
Deep breath. I turn on my phone and go to open my least favorite app — Bank of America. Face ID scans my face, immediately confirming that the worry lines and bitten lip staring in anticipation at the white screen do in fact belong to me. The number appears, and I wince — $76.
