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Throughout the weekend, the Athena Film Festival focused on celebrating women in the film industry not just with screenings, but also with panels and talks that gave deeper insight into the unique experiences and work of festival guests.

The eighth annual Athena Film Festival, which took place at Barnard College from Feb. 22 to 25, continued its strong tradition of highlighting female talent and narratives in the film industry with high-profile guests, a string of premieres, and a diverse wealth of films from all over the world.

With a diverse array of student group performances, visually stimulating fashion offerings, and plenty of Choco pies and sparkling Bai juice to go around, this year’s Lunar Gala had no shortage of entertainment, celebration, and pleasantry.

Barnard is readying itself to host its annual Athena Film Festival, one of the college’s biggest events of the year. The festival is replete with current in-demand films, shorts, and documentaries—works starring bold, exemplary female leaders and their remarkable stories of resilience, courage, and fortitude.

Martha Stewart, BC ’69, returned to Barnard College this past Thursday for an intimate “Evening with Martha Stewart” in which she discussed her personal college experience and a lifetime of entrepreneurial successes.

The stage, bare apart from a couch and a few tables, the walls dark and undecorated, and the performance, an assemblage of scenes from different operas: On the surface, the New Opera Workshop’s fall repertory could be perceived as thrown-together. But the moment the orchestral prelude began, the set faded to a clean simplicity that allowed the musical prowess of the performers in this operatic collection to shine through.

A space cowboy from earth, his indebted martian side kick, the voice of an artificial intelligence saloon door in love, and an outlaw robot decked from head to toe in silver: Together, they paint an eclectic picture, exhibiting the ridiculousness that is the space-western musical comedy “Written in the Stars.”

Sitting in one of the chairs situated around the rim of the stage, I was watching two women argue over who would take care of a baby—or rather, a gourd swaddled in a piece of fabric—when suddenly, the gourd was thrust into my own arms.

“What does this musical lack?” an audience member shouted out just before, as if in response, the Criminologist on the projected screen stated: “A meaning.”