Editor at Large Sarah Miller '24 (she/her) is an Editor at Large.
She previously served as Opinions Editor and Staff Writer. Miller is an English major on the Creative Writing track. She hails from Philadelphia and spent the spring studying English at Trinity College Dublin. She has interned for The New England Review and hosts a WRMC radio show where you can still listen to her many opinions.
I have worked for The Middlebury Campus since the second week of my freshman year, primarily as an Opinions Editor. When I assumed the role of Editor at Large this year (a wonderfully vague title), I was granted almost total discretion over my writing. Soon into the fall semester, I decided to start ...
Every April, when the days get long again and we shed our winter coats, I remember that I am an essentially joyful person and am, perhaps more importantly, committed to cultivating joy. This is the writerly way of saying I suffer from a low-grade form of seasonal depression. Seasonal Affectiveness Disorder ...
Dozens of students left their classrooms at 11:30 a.m. to unite on the McCullough lawn in solidarity with Gaza, calling for the college’s divestment from companies involved in Israel’s ongoing military campaign, among other demands. They were joined by faculty and other community members who participated ...
As an English major, people often make small talk with me by asking about my favorite books.
Instagram announced a big change this February: It would begin to limit political content. I didn’t notice this change until a few weeks ago when many of my Middlebury classmates began to post pleas to circulate a text post instructing us how and why we should self-select back into being shown political ...
When I tell people I took a class on porn — “Decolonizing Porn: Circulating Desire Between Europe and the Americas,” to be more specific — the question that invariably follows is “Did you watch porn in class?” To that, I say, yes, sort of, but we watched most of the porn outside of ...
Membership in the cult of beauty is a prerequisite for girlhood. I can’t remember when beauty became my governing power, can't remember an age when I did not look at myself with the eye of an appraiser. If there’s escape from the cult, I’ve yet to find it.
Each semester brings in a new crop of eager-eyed first years, pushing the seniors out into “the real world.” Living in Forest Hall as a senior gives me an intimate window into my own obsolescence. At one end of the hall lurk the silent underclassmen while at the other end of the hall Baby Febs splay ...
In March of my senior year of high school, I told my best friend that I couldn’t wait to be at an institution where more people had read Tolstoy’s “Anna Karenina,” a text that at the time struck me as the apex of literary pretension. Thankfully she laughed in my face. Yet I remained committed ...
That evening, picking up the prescription from the CVS counter, had the ring of an anti-climax. I resisted treating my anxiety with medication for so long, but when the crisis point came, the decision to take Prozac was easy. My anxiety was just another problem in need of solving.
