Editorial & Opinion

Every new semester reminds me how awkward it is introducing myself.    The first day of class is efficiently predictable since the players know the rules of the game by heart: professors know to distribute a syllabus, offer a course synopsis, and take questions; students know to let...

My mother wore glasses, thick and round
as the bottom of a coke bottle, and rosy overalls

my father had a shiny polished helmet
of chestnut hair and dated my mother’s older sister

one night in Cold Spring Harbor, he climbed up
the trellis and into the...

A season in Colby's organic garden

Gay activist in Uganda had applied for an Oak Fellowship at Colby; his murder should serve as a warning of the sometimes dangerous power of Americans abroad

An encounter in Namibia leads to contemplation of the nature of waste

Cynia Barnwell '11 ponders her identity at Colby—and finds it in her posse and her community.

A junior reflects on the Colby Cares About Kids experience