When I was a little girl, I got in trouble many times, but one such incident became unforgettable because that time I did not deserve to be yelled at. My iPod had gone missing and my dad was, of course, visibly upset that I had lost something so expensive. But I had never misplaced that…
You can’t have breakfast and eat lunch too
If you are a college student reading this, chances are that you do not eat breakfast, w hich is fine, no judgment here. But here is the crucial question: if one day on a whim you decide that you need breakfast from there onward, would you like the option to have it? Or better still,…
On the Cusp of Enlightenment: An Advice Column
Looking for answers? In need of advice from a Taurus-sun, Virgo-moon, Gemini-rising? Think you can stump me? Email Simone at simone.a.levy@lawrence.edu with your own questions and you just might be featured in next week’s column. Dear Simone, I am pretty well-versed in this Caroline Calloway versus Natalie Beach ghostwriter fiasco, but I have not quite…
Me vs. Poetry
You would think something as common and harmless as poetry would be an infantile step in the great pursuit of greatness for an English major. But alas, my English teachers who vigorously cheered me on throughout my childhood were either gravely misguided and I have absolutely no ability to pursue this major, or an evil…
Life at Lawrence: Fantastic Friends and Where to Find Them
Given that this is the first article of this column, I feel the need to specify my audience. While upperclassmen may look at an article about finding friends and think it suited just for our new lanyard-wearing community members, my plan for every week is to write about topics that we can all relate to,…
In defense of single majoring
As a single-major English major, I often feel inadequate compared to the double majors on campus, of which Lawrence has many. Our ten-week terms allow students to take more classes than semester universities, so getting an extra major as a “backup” can be attractive. Considering the number of people that take this option, anxiety can…
Another Op-ed about Getting a Pixie Cut
I doubt you are surprised by the title of this article, or the timing of my long pixie haircut. As my sophomore year of college begins, I essentially have the poster child of sophomore year haircuts for an “experimenting” white girl. I was slightly apprehensive before I booked my appointment. I had dabbled in pixies…
Besiege the pink dollhouse: Feminism and Femininity
Too often, feminists and non-feminists alike equate feminism with anti-femininity. The occasional devil’s advocate loves to ask how someone can identify as a feminist and still wear lipstick or jewelry. Real women don’t wear pink: \Aren’t we supposed to chop off our hair and strangle the patriarchy with our burning bras? No, at least not…
Too much of nothing: Academia’s apocalypse
Students of Lawrence take note: I have foreseen a minor apocalypse. Not the end of the world; it’s rather the end of meaningful class discussions. Its arrival is hailed not by Conquest, War, Famine or Death but by the Horsemen of large class sizes and overuse of the word “problematic.” Call me the new Nostradamus,…
Lawrentians in Contention: Let them eat vegetables
The healthy options in our café are abysmal. Controversial statement of the year, right? Normally I wouldn’t ruminate on such things—if I’m to be honest my usual orders at Kaplan’s Café consist of some Meat ft. Greasy Side—but in the past few weeks, after several Lawrentians reiterated the point, something clicked. Our café has the…