How does one describe a bass recital? Since I’m not a bassist, it would be unbecoming to show my lack...
It’s hard to miss Otāēciah, the enormous steel sculpture that now rests between the Seeley G. Mudd Library and the...
LUCC presidential and vice-presidential elections are being held Friday, Jan. 20 through Monday, Jan. 23. Students will receive an electronic...
In a time of great political contention and polarization, where many voters complain that elections...
Fans of the UFC will have a lot to look out for this summer, as the MMA promotion has lined...
Picture this as the start to your first concert experience at Lawrence: a professor takes the stage, removes his shoes,...
Dear reader, As you may know, it’s hiring season here at The Lawrentian, so you will likely be seeing some...
At the start of high school, I dressed in baggy clothes and clunky boots. My head was shaved. If it weren’t for my short stature, I might’ve easily been mistaken for a boy. I was actively creating distance between myself and my idea of femininity. Like many others, I associated my femininity with weakness and ignorance. I had grown to hate it over time, to hate the way it enabled people to view me and treat me. I did what I felt would protect me from those misconceptions. By presenting androgynously, I convinced myself that I would be perceived...
From museums to exhibits and galleries, Appleton is a city known to display its appreciation of the arts. However, few...