Paulina Mangubat

I cry at the drop of a hat—well, that’s how my mother puts it.

Today, members of the Barnard class of 2017 received a parcel of unfortunate news from Barnard Dean Avis Hinkson at Barnard Commencement rehearsal: Due to unavoidable scheduling conflicts, former President Debora Spar can no longer attend our graduation ceremony.

To the editor:

Growing up, my dad read a lot of comic books. He grew up in Cebu, a province of the Philippines, and went through comics like crazy. Now, as an adult, he can spend hours reading comic books in Barnes & Noble. He can navigate the DC and Marvel universes better than the grocery store by our house. I buy him superhero t-shirts every Christmas; in the summer, I reliably steal them back to wear as pajamas.

Sunday morning. It’s 11:30.

I have one thing to say to everyone who is stressed out about their thesis projects, midterms, internship applications, and job prospects: Do the thing.

On Feb. 15, students and professors, heads adorned in different shades of pink, flooded into the Event Oval of the Diana Center. The pussyhats clashed with the Event Oval’s elegant mahogany—they were as pink as Pepto-Bismol, teacup pigs, pencil erasers, intestines, or bubble gum.

In conjunction with President Spar’s departure, we must remember that change and moving on is natural.

Barnard senior explains how your major can’t replace your heritage.

There are two groups on campus that are often accused of being insular, arrogant, and self-important: campus activists and campus journalists.