Content warning: This post discusses anti-Black violence, police brutality, and sexual assault regarding the 1989 Central Park Jogger case.
It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still
Sure, you’ll wanna take Art Hum/Music Hum/that dinosaur class to fulfill your science requirement at some point before you graduate. But why ignore Columbia’s vast wealth of insanely-titled courses irrelevant to any topic of study ever? The challenge: take all of the following classes in lieu of your perfectly planned schedule. Convince your advisor to […]