a bi-weekly column by michelle ampofo ’25 managing editor ✶✶✶ an iron pillar. I KNOW MORE NOW THAN I’VE EVER KNOWN. That’s all. That’s the intro. ✶✶✶ J.k. because I feel like ending the year that way would be super anti-climactic. But I still don’t want to come up with something new to write… So…
By Makda Assefa ’26 I read through my old journal today. Ancient emotions spilled across pages reserved for just one set of eyes. Don’t they say time heals? I think time spreads. Spreads life across months, weeks, days, Spreads experiences across a novel’s worth of memories. Moments captured, trapped, in ink, On these pages. Pages…
a bi-weekly column by michelle ampofo ‘25 managing editor ✶✶✶ ALL THINGS MUST GO This column is mostly recommendations this week because I’ve abandoned thought, though not consideration. But first, a word. We’re so close to the end of the school year. SO close. But I feel increasingly contained and uninspired. So I want to…
Lucy Ton That ’26 Possibility—was born when the sky criedthe night at 11:02 pm on August 22nd, 2022on Old Campus. The sky, like a scar in theuniverse, sobbed so hard that the drops hurtwhen they broke on my skin. I looked downat my Converse, once light but now darkblue, at my heavied brown skirt, soaking…
Lucy Ton That ’26 Shame—was born at 9:48 am on September22nd, 2022, in a dusty classroom on YorkStreet full of Viet kids who can’t speak theirown language. Shame was born at the samemoment that language died a confused deathin Lucy Ton That’s mouth, strangled by hernoose of a tongue. Learning language is likebecoming a child…