Category: Essay
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To Be A Daughter Is To Spend Money
Written by Clara MacMeekin Art by Lucas Eglin As soon as I turned eight years old, I was already tired of being a kid. I was bored of math tests I could never ace and reading comprehension I could never comprehend and having chaperones and not buying all the things…
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What’s in a Name?
Written by Madeleine Minks Art by Eva Colabatistto Note: All parties whose names are stated provided their consent for use in this article. Names in my family have a history of shifting like water. Three out of four of my grandparents don’t/didn’t go by their legal name, and the remaining…
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An Open Letter To Champlain College
Written by Aminah Carrington Art by Aminah Carrington Most of you will not read this whole thing. Most of you—not for the first time—will put your comfort over the suffering and murder of others. Many will find this harsh, but it’s the truth. I’m speaking to every student and faulty…
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Why You Should Give Me Your Dads Money
Written by Randolph Trow Art by Eva Colabatistto Every day I look at my bank account and say, “Mother…fucker! Today’s gonna SUCK!!!” And to all the rich blueblood pricks who don’t say that shit, fuck you, and give me your money. I grew up going to an all-male, southern, K-12…
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Prompting a Personality: a Chat with GPT
Written by Audrey Orenstein Art by Greta Scheff As a creative writing major in 2024, it probably goes without saying that the advancements of AI are greatly unsettling to me. I’ve messed around with the technology a few times and while it’s made for some good chuckles, the underlying principle…
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Did TikTok Ruin Music or Are You Just Petty
Written by Madeline Minks Art by Justin Bissonette Like most people on this planet, I have a special relationship with music. Somewhere deep in the crevices of my brain are forgotten church hymns and songs learned for Chinese school. The soundtrack of my childhood–a mix of classic rock, eighties pop,…
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On Joan Didion
Written by Sarah Chack Art by Seven Descheneaux I am eighteen the first time I read Joan Didion’s words and think that I understand them. Freshly graduated, I stand in the backyard of my aunt’s house; my cap and gown are thrown on haphazardly, my clothes smell like the inside…
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Last Firsts
Written by Madeleine Minks Art by Lucas Eglin I have a nasty habit of thinking I am going to die all the time. If I have a headache, it’s an aneurysm. If my chest hurts, it’s a heart attack. If I’m out of breath, it’s…also a heart attack? You get…
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What Does My Body Look Like?
Written by Abigail Marble Art by Lillian Anderson The small dorm room bed is lumpy, the ceiling fan is humming, and my sleeping roommate’s breathing is steady. I am spiraling, and hoping my sobs are quiet enough to be drowned out by the fan. What the actual fuck does my…
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Abi’s Ins and Outs For 2024
Written by Abriella Guertin Art by Greta Scheff Disclaimer because my editors made me: These are my opinions. If you don’t like them, close the tab. I’m just words on a screen. Don’t send me an email saying you disagree. I don’t care. Happy New Year haters! In: Doing what…
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