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I Was Catholic, and I Hated It
Written By: Danni Petrilak Art By: Izzy Dickey I was Catholic for most of my life. I went to a Roman Catholic church every Sunday, as well as Sunday School right before it. It was awful. Not for the reasons of believing in something, or even showing the love for the God I knew nothing… Read more
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Belonging to a Cultural Spectrum
Written by: Victor Alves Art by: Lily Tammik Chasing a sense of belonging that might never materialize isn’t worth it. And that’s okay. I like to think of my upbringing as relatively unique. I was born in New York City to Hispanic parents; my mother is a Catholic Mexican and my father is a… Read more
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“Change My Mind” Toxicity
Written by: Emma Florez We all saw you camped outside IDX in your khakis and blue blazer, “There are only two genders. Change my mind,” emblazened across the front of your table. All I can say is, how dare you? How dare you position yourself in one of the most frequented spots on campus… Read more
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Piercing My Nose with a Sewing Needle—Seriously
Written by: Gillianne Ross Art by: Grace Monahan We all do weird-ass, crazy shit as teenagers, and I was no exception. Middle school in rural Vermont is like a blackhole of anxiety and hormones you cannot escape. City kids can lead a double life if so desired, but not in my hometown—you’re stuck. So,… Read more
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I Am Drowning in Whiteness: Inspired by Ijeoma Oluo
Written by: Jadah Bearden Art by: Grace Monahan I exist at the intersection of Black, Queer, Woman on this white campus. My choice to attend Champlain was a decision by which my identity would be repressed and malnourished for four years. My thought process went a little like this: my Blackness is my most… Read more
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I Lived in a Frat House for Four Days so You Don’t Have To
Written by: Cat Butrick Art by: Grace Monahan A sharp pain jolts through my ear as the thick arm beneath my head shifts, brushing my new piercing in the process. I wince and instinctively squeeze my eyes shut. I roll back my shoulders and then bring my knees closer to my chest as that… Read more
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