LETTERS FROM THE EDITOR
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The Story of a Surgery, Rescheduled
October 24th, 2020
For just about seven months, I’ve existed in a temporal limbo. In March, I was a little over halfway through my first year of college and still figuring some things out. Now, I’m a sophomore, but it doesn’t really feel that way. From birthdays to final exams, the events I typically relied on to convince myself of the passage of time didn’t happen. But the one rite of passage that managed to push through was the one that I perhaps dreaded the most: the removal of my wisdom teeth...
A Tale of Two Kitchens
March 6th, 2020
When I was younger, I treated our kitchen like a small museum. The room itself was unexceptional: old and creaky and always full of either too much or too little sunlight. But framed clippings from the New York Times, the Washington Post, and Bon Appetit covered the walls like an exhibit. This was where I took my friends, serving as the temporary docent for my mother’s former life as a pastry chef. ..
The Woman at the Center of the Photograph
March 5th, 2020
Welcome back to The Ear, The Eye’s podcast dedicated to documenting, detailing, and excavating Columbia’s history!
Party of One
March 5th, 2020
Food has the power to bring us together. It’s the foundation of holidays and family reunions, the companion of first dates and late-night study sessions, the tradition passed down from generation to generation. Over a good meal, friendships are made, conflicts are resolved, and worries are forgotten. Some of my favorite memories were made with delicious food and people I love—baking blueberry pie with my grandmother, cooking a “fancy” dinner with my best friends, going out to eat at a special restaurant for my parents’ anniversary. ..
The Steminine Mystique
October 17th, 2019
Summer in globally-warmed New York City is the cruelest of seasons. The 90-degree sun melts the skyline to a sooty mirage, and the air curdles. A merciless landscape for a curly-haired 18-year-old prone to fainting in the heat. Even the gum-scarred sidewalks sweat. In the past, I had escaped to the verdant hills of the Adirondacks to study violin. But music costs money until you’re trained, lucky, and brave enough to make your own. This summer, it was time to get a job and save for college expenses, and practicing in my room wasn’t going to cover the cost of my Lit Hum books...
What’s in a Name?
October 15th, 2019
It was my first day of second grade at a new school, where I spent much of my time saying and spelling my name to my new classmates: A-K-S-H-I-T-I. As fate would have it, my childhood bully, a jolly, loud, boisterous boy with a kind smile and a whip-smart tongue, put my lesson to good use. He soon became the first and only person to write a nursery rhyme just for me:..
The Constitution of a Community: Why Student Clubs Are Starting to Take Sexual Violence Response into Their Own Hands
April 9th, 2019
Meet Me On the Lighted Path
February 19th, 2019
Every year when the temperatures start to dwindle, the leaves discard their beautiful spectrum of sunset shades, and the noise of chirping birds begins to fade, my heart sinks a little. But it’s the Sunday when I have to turn back my clock that I despise more than anything else. ..