LETTERS FROM THE EDITOR
INSIDE THE ISSUE
The Other Columbia: The Story of Columbia Secondary School
March 5th, 2018
“The chickens are in for the night!” a small sign announces. You may have seen it—it hangs at an angle on a chain-link fence bordering a tiny plot of land next to Friedman’s on 119th Street and Amsterdam. Chickens in New York City? I wondered when I first saw the tiny wooden slat suspended by a shoelace. Surrounded by the grandeur of Columbia’s libraries and the concrete and brick of West Harlem’s restaurants, this tiny garden seems out of place. Chickens are especially unimaginable. ..
The Room, The Pencil, and the Rolled R
March 2nd, 2018
I’m standing in my too-warm room with a yellow Ticonderoga pencil between my teeth. It’s the summer before college, but the woody taste reminds me of being in elementary school––maybe because I haven’t used pencils to do my homework since then, or felt particularly inclined to chew on them. But I’m doing this right now because an eHow article told me that speaking with a pencil in my mouth would help me learn how to roll my R’s...
Can Columbian Intertextuality Be Classist?
March 2nd, 2018
My class reads from John Berryman’s book of poetry, 77 Dream Songs, “Once in a sycamore I was glad all at the top, and I sang.” Someone raises their hand to say, “We are, of course, reminded of the story of Zacchaeus in Luke in the Bible.” I just thought it was a tree. As the conversation burrows deeper into the Zacchaeus pinhole, it starts to sound like Charlie Brown’s parents...
Building Communities: The Impact of Redefining Special Interest Houses
March 1st, 2018
Editors’ Note: This is the first of a two-part series on special interest communities at Columbia.
An Art Show in Riverside Church
March 15th, 2018
I really like the elevators in Riverside Church. There’s little foot traffic and rarely any congestion, so my rides down from the fourth floor—where the Spectator offices reside—down to the entrance level, are normally quick, solitary, and uninterrupted. Today, though, the elevator stops three times. Ding! A woman, cradling her purse like a baby, scurries in with four friends. Ding! A family of three, downed in matching deep-blue satin and magenta velvet, flood through the doors. Ding! We stampede out into the assembly hall where a jazz ensemble greets us. ..
Clery Crime Alerts and the Picture They Paint
March 9th, 2018
Content Warning: This article addresses issues of sexual assault and other violent crime.