
Senior Retrospective: Michael Kaluzny
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…
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…
What I’ll remember most about Vassar is my friends, the library, and hopefully some of my classes. I think people are mistaken when they assert that things that endure are…
The Vassar Class of 2014 Facebook page is clogging up my newsfeed: friends, acquaintances, and seniors I didn’t know existed have been scrolling back through the posts they made as…
I pointed to a line on the carpet in Ms. Lynch’s second grade classroom. “Stand here.” The student stood. “Loud and proud!” I told her. She began reading to the…
In SHOUSE, we have a wall dedicated to the posters for all the shows, choir concerts and a capella performances each of us have either been in or worked on…
The first day of college I almost threw up on my Mom. The rental car was turning onto Hooker Ave., and the voice of the GPS, sounding how I expect…