Category: Campus

Semper Piratus

Hampton University, glorious HBCU academic institution of heartland Virginia, shudders under the dominion of The Force. “What is The Force?” you may ask. It is not, in point of fact, anything associated with the brawny arm of government oppression, nor … Read More

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Sweet Humps and Bumps

It was a dark and stormy night in a town that knows how to keep its secrets. The pavement was slick with forgotten promises and the air rank with dissolution and ambiguous morality.

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Julia

The first text I sent you said “love me.” I had met you once, and sent it from your roommate’s phone. You were too cool to play it cool.

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Weekend at Brynie’s

En detail I rather love and admire the female species; it is only en masse that it begins to confuse, frighten, and bewilder me. My opinion on the subject was, however, somewhat flexible until this weekend when, in the course of forty-eight hours, I both visited an all-women’s college and watched a play, “Uncommon Women,” about life at a women’s college.

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Consider the Lobster Club

“Lob-what?!” Preston bellowed. “-ster club?” I ventured. I was backstage before my first Lobster Club performance and was unfamiliar with the club cheer. Everyone else had been through this before, but the response was far from unified.

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A Change Would Do You Good

Let’s play some free association. I say “Viv.” You say…“coffee.” Wrong. I say “Viv.” You say…“Sheryl Crow.” Right! About a week ago, I ventured to Café Viv for the first time in quite a while, softly singing “Soak Up the … Read More

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Race in the Classroom

Greenville, Mississippi looks like a town that the Civil Rights movement forgot. Four decades after the Freedom Summer, this “Queen City of the Delta” still has two of just about everything: two McDonalds, two Catholic churches, two sides of town. There are two Kroger grocery stores. The one with the organic milk and fancy cheeses is called the “white Kroger.” The one with the wilted produce and meager selection is called the “black Kroger.”

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A Million Little Hits

How did this poor excuse of a pulp fiction spy novel, bereft of the quirky detail, realistic complexity, genuine human interaction, and factual statement that make a true memoir interesting rise to ninth on the NYT bestseller list? The answer lies in his narrative form of analysis of US foreign affairs, and in the nature of his target audience.

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The Anonymous Tastemakers

“During a discussion of symbols in my writing seminar, a classmate referred to the sweatshirt, which they were wearing, as ‘a semiotic wonder.'”

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Schooling from the Jewish Jordan

Tamir Goodman sits at an empty table, waiting for the guests to arrive. Slouched in his chair, Goodman seems like any other Orthodox Jew who would visit Rabbi Eitan and Gitty Webb’s home (the Chabad house on Nassau Street), save … Read More

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Drifting in the Bubble

Transition troubles.

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The Beach: A Brofile

The beach is at once a confusing and wonderful thing to behold. Like a sandbox for man children, the beach is full of all the earthly pleasures one would expect of such a place–one metric ton of white sand, an inflatable treasure chest cooler filled with Coronas, a leafy green palm tree and a speaker from which the country stylings of the Zac Brown Band can regularly be heard.

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