2014 Spring Issue 8 (June 6, 2014)
When John Kerry announced the resumption of Israeli-Palestinian peace talks last July, my office took the afternoon off and threw a party.
A year ago, I never thought I would become Co-Editor-in-Chief of the paper with J.M. We were both copy-editors who enjoyed coming to The Carletonian office on Thursday nights to “find errors” (read: mess around and listen to music).
Have you ever read a book called “Prep” by Curtis Sittenfeld? It is a coming-of-age novel where a teenage girl starts to explore the world by doing things that she never had done.
I finished early by the end of my senior year winter term and I still remember the last day of class of my college life.
At some point over these past four years, learning in its pure form – a desire simply to understand the world that we live in – became a motivating force in my life.
When you spend nearly all of your time in a community where you’re constantly surrounded by people overwhelmingly in the 18-22 age range, the term “senior” can easily feel more like “senior citizen.”
Before I came to Carleton, Minnesota did not exist. Growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area, I was only peripherally aware of the vast expanse of continent between the two US coasts.
If there is one thing I’ve learned at Carleton, one defining characteristic that has changed me in my four years here, it is that I’ve learned what it means to be humble.
I couldn’t fall asleep last weekend after staying up for the meteor shower and so I’ve walked over to the Bald Spot to watch campus wake up as I started writing out one last submission.