I first met Maddy Harden, CC ’20, in 2016 during an NSOP pregame. Probably in Carman. We had a very nice, albeit brief, conversation. Then we didn’t speak again for three years....
Columbia is really weird. For four years, we live in an alternate universe where we assign the highest value to things that become meaningless when we leave (@James Ritchie, great opening for a graduation speech). I could spend the rest of this column ruminating on “the bubble” and the real-world applicability of higher education, but this isn’t a CC class where no one’s done the reading. No, I want to praise the Columbia bubble for what I think is its greatest gift: campus-wide inside jokes....
I am confident that, within the last week, everyone at this University has walked across the Broadway Median Strip at least once. For anyone unfamiliar, the BMS––as I’ll call it going forward––is that narrow patch of land that separates the two directions of traffic on Broadway Avenue. Columbia students use it––rather, need it––to cross the street. However, the BMS has unrealized potential: It is time for the Broadway Median Strip to become a destination rather than an intermediary between point A and point B....
By Max F. Neuman, Blythe Edwards, Nathan Santos, Liberty Martin, Milagro Chavez-Cisneros, Sam Wilcox, Lana Awadallah, Daphnie Ordoñez, Sabina Jones, Kalena Chiu, Jacob Kaplan, Emma Gometz, Venice Ohleyer, Sabina Maurer, and Yasna Vismale
DISCOURSE & DEBATE
Allow me to take you back to September, 2016. Obama was president, Carman still looked like a prison, and life was good. I—a freshman desperately clinging onto his COÖP friends—was getting dinner at Ferris Booth Commons. I had my meal ready but still needed a drink. The Coke Freestyle machine’s novelty had started to wear off, so I decided to grab a glass of milk. It was my first time getting milk at Columbia. It also happened to be the first time I was milk-shamed....