Opinion

The Suburban Mystique

Potluck parties hold us still in peacoat parisian wannabe dreams and our lawns are deep gold, plush 70s shag carpet cool, we know how to vacuum them with one hand.

Philosophical reflections on Native Americans in Maine

Colby students often approach philosophy majors with a deep regret for not having taken any philosophy classes, tending to ask what its like to be a scholar of knowledge, a lover of wisdom.

Why we can’t have nice things

The saying goes, “don’t shit where you eat,” and that’s exactly what we do every Friday and Saturday night. It’s the reason we can’t have nice things and the reason for the copious amount of dorm damage that we rack up every semester.

Logically sentimental

At dinner a week or so ago, I argued with some friends who saw fit to defend the College’s decision to move more than half of the library’s books off campus.

Considering manhood at Colby College

There has never been a woman president of Colby College. Colby was founded in 1813. Sixty-two years later, Mary Low was the first woman to graduate from Colby.

The life and death of Reclaim Colby

My name is Reclaim Colby. I am writing from my deathbed, and before I go I wish to tell you my story.

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Embrace Bicentennial Day!

Thanking those around us

Thanksgiving Dinner

My Brother Moved Away

The promise of you

A career in education

The death of art

Greetings from Scotland!

What Pride Week means to me

Complaints about complaints

Colby, ¡Saludos de Chile!

A cartao postal from Brazil

Reflections on Trayvon Martin