This is just to say: I have eaten the apples that you had picked. And that you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me, the snake told me to.

Hello newly besweatered readers,

Welcome to our first proper issue of the semester! We hope you’re as excited as we are for a semester of beautiful, challenging journalism about the Columbia experience. Well, it’s probably not reasonable to ask you to be quite as excited as we are. But there’s certainly a lot to look forward to, and you get to read it on our new, much-improved website.

April 29—four days from now, our last Friday of the semester—marks 100 days of Trump in office. We can already feel the charge of the resistance diminish slightly. We’re tired. Despite our best efforts, we’re starting to normalize Trump’s fascist behavior.

In this week’s edition of Blinks, our staffers reflect on recent moments of resistance, from marches to hunger strikes.

If you think about it, the concurrence of rising temperatures and finals is unfortunate, if not sinister—no one wants to be in Butler on the first warm days of the year. But we’re almost at the end, and so we present you with our penultimate issue. Here are some good reads to occupy you during your study breaks—it’s better than scrolling through Facebook, we promise.

This week, we decided to run a Twitter poll asking our friends to choose between Parth or Rébecca. It exposed a rift within The Eye’s ranks, forcing staffers to choose between two beloved editors (are you #teamparth or #teamrébecca?). But thankfully, it came down to a tie, and we were able to produce a new issue for you with minimal conflict (and a lot of hurt feelings).

Dear wonderful readers,

For this week’s Blinks, we asked our staffers to dig out the tiny traditions that have taken shape in their own day to day lives. The little pieces of repetition or habit that hold greater meaning. From paper submissions to salads, and late emails to libraries, here are the results:

This week’s issue is the product of a fantastic process. Like all our schoolwork, we got it done on time (we didn’t even procrastinate on April Fools’!) withoutsacrificing sleep or well-being to get it made.