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
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the wisest one of them all? It’s clearly not that kid who always comes ten minutes late to your Spanish class or your hallmate that accidentally dropped a toothbrush in the toilet. But, it might be one of your supercalifragilisticexpialidocious senior friends graduating this semester! So, give them a […]