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Religion in the Cornfields

Jan 04, 2013

 

I’ve been a Unitarian Universalist all my life. I’m used to people asking me “What’s UU?” all the time, so by now, I’ve got the speech down. But what I didn’t know was that by coming to…

A Place of My Own

Jan 04, 2013

Being from a foreign country and knowing little about Iowa or the Midwest, I thought of Grinnell as a little campus in the middle of the tall prairie grass. Indeed, I chose to come here not only…

Coming Out as a Republican

Jan 04, 2013

 

Prior to my arrival at Grinnell, I was brought up on the basic principles of conservatism — I’m from a “Republican” family. For those of you who can (secretly) relate, Grinnell College can…

Editor’s View: Finding Diversity in Surprising Places

Jan 04, 2013

 

When I applied to Grinnell, my admission essay opened with the line, “I am a 17-year-old, Caucasian, upper-middle-class suburbanite from a public school.” I knew that colleges were looking…

Floored by Read Second

Jan 04, 2013

 

Sometimes in college residence halls, there are floors so great their inhabitants are designated by floor name. My first year, there were “those kids from Loose Second.” The next year, it…

Bare Feet and Name Brands

Jan 04, 2013

 

Many Grinnellians pride themselves on adopting countercultural attitudes, breaking social constructs, and going against mainstream fads. More important, we also pride ourselves on being…

All that Jazz

Jan 04, 2013

It’s late on a Monday night. I rush down the dark stairs to the basement of Main Hall and pull open the door to Bob’s Underground Café. The wail of a trombone echoes from down the entryway, the…

Un Feliz Año Nuevo en Guatemala

Jan 04, 2013
Author:  Stephanie Rosenbaum ’08
 
As a travelin’ woman, I’m proud to say that I have never spent New Year’s Eve at home during my time in…

Grinnell’s Green Thumbs

Jan 04, 2013

The transition from small farms and backyard gardens to centralized agriculture has distanced us from our food. We no longer know who grows our food or how they grow it. This, in turn, distances…

Flowers Never Bend With the Rainfall

Jan 04, 2013

 

My armpits dripped with the stinkiest of all sweats: that of the “I’m-really-stressedout” variety. My heart raced, and I struggled in vain to fight back tears. Here I was, the day before…

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