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  • How to love a fish

    I stumbled into the dorm kitchen half asleep to find that the fishbowl was gone. “Where’s Social Experiment?” I asked the guy sitting there with his laptop. “Where’s our fish?” I repeated.

  • Spirit whatimals?

    “You know, I think that you’re like a cross between a Koala and an Elephant. A Koalaphant.” This is what my sister told me.

  • Diversity and representation

    “I believe we should represent Carleton proportionally. Carleton is predominately white. It makes sense that the Senate is majority white. There isn’t a lot of diversity.”

  • A one-year gay blood ban still isn’t fair or effective

    It has been exactly a year since Carleton first instituted proxy donation as a main fixture in the blood drives it hosts each term.

  • Don’t blame Carleton: those are federal policies

    I want to be clear: I am writing this article to provide perspective on the policies, not to undermine or denigrate or otherwise be unsupportive of any complainants who have gone through the process.

  • A response

    I am one of the students on Carleton’s Community Board on Sexual Misconduct. This gives me a unique student perspective.

  • A legacy of support

    In 2010, we radically changed the sexual misconduct complaint process at Carleton. Five years later, the campus is again engaged in dialogue about fair processes and survivor support.

  • Carleton’s serious about sexual assault

    I have been an associate dean of students at Carleton since January 2009. During spring term 2009, students demanded that the College review the processes regarding sexual misconduct complaints, which had not been reviewed since 2001.

  • I want to be a kid when I grow up

    I was singing on the sidewalks when I was told “to grow up.” My peer was only a year and a half older, and he was apparently disappointed in my behavior.

  • Ten Things College Kids Miss About Childhood

    Let’s face it: childhood was pretty incredible. And even though we’re now in college and have the freedom to do pretty much anything we please, there’s always a part of us that will want to go back to those endless days spent on the playground. Here’s a list of reasons why:

  • Letters to Katie

    When I was little, I started writing letters to my future self. I hid them in various places around the house—nestled in the extra rugs and old desks in the basement, tucked behind the books in the bookshelf, scribbled in my diary.

  • Between Loneliness and Being Alone

    I am a firm believer that solitude is essential for the soul.