In 1945, war across the continents was nearing its end. Fascism had been stifled, or perhaps prolonged. The threat of...
Dear LU Administration,
Am I a paycheck to you?
Am I a number that falls into your bank account?
Am I human to you or a symbol of your reputation?
Do you hear my voice?
The easy spread of misinformation is something that senior Marisha Iddup has been exposed to her whole life. “My mom...
Every time you pass my door to get to the laundry room I pause – like time doesn’t exist – and hang, expectantly waiting for you. I wish you would just open the door. It’s so dark in here. I’ve been here so long I’m suffocating. All the other (lesser) versions of me talk nonstop about how they’ll be next.
Song of the Week: Walden Pond by Atta Boy For spring break, I went to Paris, and it wasn’t perfect....