LETTERS FROM THE EDITOR
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Fear of Missing Out: A First-Year Experience
February 4th, 2021
I had just finished packing my bags and was ready to board a plane to New York City. It was mid-August, and I was scrolling through my social media feed, filled with fresh faces that I had followed from the class of 2024 Instagram page. I remember telling myself, “Some of these people might even become your closest friends,” which made me feel excited and nauseated at the same time. Overall, however, I was looking forward to being able to meet these people on campus—in real life—even if it was going to be socially-distanced...
Columbia Dining During COVID-19 Creates Waste in a Time of Food Insecurity
April 3rd, 2021
The “new normal” I had heard about for months was in front of me. I was eating lunch in an outdoor tent in mid-January, talking with classmates I had previously only seen in Zoom squares. I was grateful to experience a taste of campus life. I’d been home since March, but the comfortable warmth I felt seeing the lit trees along College Walk for the first time and building a snowman in front of Butler Library was the most at home I’d felt in months...
Science and Skulls: Measuring Columbia’s Eugenicist Past
February 3rd, 2021
Content Warning: This episode discusses Columbia’s history with eugenics, sterilization, and the Nazi Party.
My Speculative Future at the Hungarian Pastry Shop
October 16th, 2020
Back when Columbia was in-person, I made a regular habit of walking down Amsterdam to the Hungarian Pastry Shop. My trips usually started the same way: I would order and attempt to pay at the counter (with the cash I withdrew specifically for this event), only for the server to tell me, once again, that you pay when you leave. I’d take up too much space walking down the narrow corridor between tables and utter a consistent stream of apologies, primarily directed at the chairs I hit in my wake. I’d excuse-me my way to a table, pull out my laptop, and see that it had 9 percent battery remaining—barely enough to open a saved PDF, let alone write my essay. I’d confront the truth I’d known all along that intense productivity was not my top priority in coming here...
The Kitchen Under the Stairs
October 14th, 2020
Since returning home in the middle of the spring semester, I’ve been living in my family’s attic. We don’t actually have enough space in the house for all of us to be home at once, so we converted the cramped attic into my de facto room for my indefinite stay...
Parenting During Remote Education: Columbia students on What Works, and What Doesn’t
October 12th, 2020
When Jenna Gould answers my phone call, it is with an apology. She is holding her baby as we speak, and while she believes that he won’t make too much of a fuss over the course of the next thirty minutes, she’s sorry in advance if he does. I hear a sleepy murmur behind her voice—the hushed kind that only a child nestling into his mother’s arms makes—and then he falls quiet, just as Gould predicted...