
Senior Retrospective: Angel Needham-Giles
Confusion. This most accurately describes what I felt when I opened an email requesting that I consider penning a retrospective for the Senior issue of The Misc. Why me? Whose…
Confusion. This most accurately describes what I felt when I opened an email requesting that I consider penning a retrospective for the Senior issue of The Misc. Why me? Whose…
A few weeks ago, I was trying to explain to my BFFs (thanks, Louis and Chris) why I, a 19-year-old guy, am obsessed with Dance Moms. The reality TV show…
Certain things don’t change, like the overabundance of egg salad sandwiches in train station snack bars, or the perfume counter snark catapulted at bewildered husbands every Mother’s Day weekend. But…
So, here we are. As I’m sure you can appreciate, there really aren’t that many words to describe what these four years have meant to me. And I think what…
Vassar and I fell in love the moment we clapped eyes on each other. I distinctly remember the day I came to her as a wide-eyed Venezuelan boy. Having just…
As a junior, I remember reading the senior retrospectives and deciding at that moment, I would be sure to write one as a senior. My reflection would capture all the…
This place has something remarkable going for it that you could probably find it somewhere else, but we all decided to find it here. We can try to pinpoint exactly…
As I write this, I’m waiting for a call about an apartment. I’m wondering when I’ll hear back; the co-op board never said when they’d make their decision and the…
Before I arrived at Vassar, I emptied out all of the Walmart grocery bags containing my recently purchased college supplies. I was afraid to look poor. I’m sure other arriving…
Five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand-six-hundred empanadas. How do you measure, measure four years? In dumplings, in arepas, in plantains, in cups of bubble tea. In pulled pork, in cupcakes, in laughter, in strife. It’s…