IMAGE by RUBY LANG
WORDS by LIZZIE WALSHRead More
TEXT BY NINA CHANNING ('16), CONTRIBUTING WRITER
Forget what they told you. Forget what literally everyone has told you. It’s not about pheromones or friends in common or the time he invited you to the country house. Those were just jokes. We were just kidding around.
You were the most familiar new thing. Like that feeling you get when you walk through your kindergarten classroom.Read More
With the rhetoric surrounding ‘practical idealism’ and the ‘benefits of liberal arts education,’ one would assume that this university would have a robust system of advising to support each student’s exploration. Students who need guidance would find it; student who need resources would access them.
Quite simply: no. Nope. Negative. Nein.Read More
The weight of the computer creates dents in his pudgy thighs, and the ball of his bare foot taps the ground incessantly. Clink tick clink goes the bulb in the corner under the heavy maroon lampshade. It occurs to Jacob that this lamp is older than he is, and a prickle of cold sweat dazzles across the back of his neck. Life would be better as light, he thinks.
He holds out hope that the right Google search will show him how he can get his wife to love him again.Read More
And this is different, something that demands questions older generations loathe to even suggest. Millennials get called “the Me Me Me generation” by some and the “least useful generation in America” by others. And yet, I don’t see that. I see a generation that got handed a raw deal: a crumbling economy, an imploding climate, a Congress so dysfunctional it makes the Study Abroad Office look like the pinnacle of efficiency. We move forward with a well-worn cynicism, but with the pace of life as it is, we still move forward. I won't go so far as to claim we're the next great generation, but something's changing.Read More
To be clear, this article does not condone binge drinking, nor claim any Beastie Boyudian “Right to Party.” Steps had to be taken, and the University did so. Rather, it’s to encourage a dialogue on how a residential university operates. It’s to disrupt the notion that Tour de Franzia can be replaced by Lazor Tag on Foss. It’s to take Beyond the University quite literally, to reiterate that an education happens inside and outside the classroom. Parties do not make a university, but community does. The person from my Marx seminar playing beer pong on Fountain, the girl who’s teaching my WesBam class dancing at Eclectic, or the first stranger I came out to on the porch of WestCo- these are moments that make this campus feel alive and like home.Read More
As a board member at the station, I’ve spent many afternoons in the overheated room pretending to listen to my fellow board members while my eyes scour the walls, though it would probably take me another couple lifetimes to take mental inventory of everything. A beloved mainstay of the busy room is a scrawled dial on the whiteboard featuring a moveable arrow, a half-moon that reads “corporate” on one side and “renegade” on the other: the WESU-OMETER. As the board debates and discusses radio business in its weekly meetings, whoever is closest to the dial has the liberty to shift the arrow as they see fit: towards renegade if we’re sticking to our non-commercial values, towards corporate if we think we’re crossing a line we’ve set for ourselves as an alternative voice.Read More
Yet, despite all of their un-remarkableness, these three ordinary words establish my identity in this country. Much like the chair you may be lounging in or that pen you might be fiddling with, I, too, was Made in China and later shipped to America. Although my processing and distribution may differ slightly from the mass-produced goods lining the glossy shelves of Walmart, I still consider myself a product of China. Here I go, my background story in 523 words. Challenge accepted.Read More
I know that I love Ukraine deeply. I think that learning every fact and theory about my homeland will allow me to understand it, and I know that’s not true. I long for catharsis and I don’t know if I’ll ever experience it.Read More
This facilitation is for the student forum WesDEF. WesDEF is a student group created to spark dialogue and action on campus about issues of social justice to empower individuals to effect positive changes in their communities. We thought that due to recent events, Baltimore for example, this would be an important topic of discussion. While we plan to mainly focus on Black versus White perspectives in the media, this conversation is meant to ignite awareness and promote these conversations on a daily basis.Read More
I am not searching for the light at the end of the tunnel; I am on a journey through a park at night and the street lamps keep turning off and on. Even though this darkness is inevitable, it doesn’t have to be frightening.Read More
Grief is not a commonplace feeling. It’s not universally known, like “happy” or “sad” or “angry.” As you grow older, you come to know more and more people who have felt grief; one by one family members pass on, tragic accidents and unfortunate events and surprises occur, and you and your friends come to understand the meaning of loss and how it affects the mind in seemingly irrational ways. But for now, when you are young at a place like Wesleyan, grief is relatively unknown, or at least not talked about.Read More
My issue is with the discourse that arises, both within and outside of the gamer community. I am not trying to argue that Grand Theft Auto V is not a severely problematic game. I am trying to argue that that is precisely what makes it such an achievement, especially artistically.Read More
"I can’t. I can’t argue with that because what that means is that people don’t understand. It means that people nod their heads and say, “yes that must be so difficult yes recovery wow sounds hard.” And it is, yes! It is hard! But understanding doesn’t end there. Understanding means being conscious of the fact that so many people on this campus suffer with mental disorders, and CAPS has a waiting list and sometimes people need help that day, and CAPS isn’t even that helpful, and some people don’t even know they have these problems and they suffer in silence. It means that telling me I’ve “been looking good and thin” lately isn’t a compliment. It means that telling me I’m “overreacting—just relax” isn’t helpful. It means telling me that I’m “acting crazy” genuinely makes me feel crazy. Understanding means being careful with your words and offering support based on how your friend needs support—let them tell you what they need. If I say I don’t want a dessert in Usdan that night, don’t tell me I “deserve it.” Don’t ask me why I’m depressed because the answer is that I’m in a depressive episode right now and actually, no, there’s nothing you can do to help except for maybe not telling me to just “get over it.”"
It is around seven forty-five when James exits the church, fifteen minutes following the ending of his meeting. He is washed out into the darkness along with a wave of men and women, most of whom are chattering excitedly, while a few remain contemplatively, yet joyously silent. Many are digging through their pockets for cigarettes and lighters, or expectantly extending hands for shaking to those who still haven’t found their cartons and keys.Read More
We later found out that the fox was rabid, but I swear it was human for those few minutes. It attacked the carcass as though they had a blood feud. The messiness seemed personal. We only watched for a minute until my mother found us gawking. That night, I had ghastly dreams of decapitated bunnies holding their heads in their paws. I had to sleep with my parents for a month and a half. Christine was completely fine.Read More