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
Okay, freshmen … You’ve agonized for a whole week. You’ve watched EC suites disappear faster than enthusiasm in an early-morning section of LitHum. You’ve sat up at night wondering what kind of hell hole you’ll have to endure next year. You’ve spent class periods writing out complex lists of the worst possible outcomes. And now, […]