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  1. Serving the Community via Dorm Life

     

    One of the first people I met when I came to Grinnell College as a student was my future friend Alyssa. As I hauled my huge bags out of the car, Alyssa approached me and my family with a…

  2. Fall Semester: A Wednesday Abroad on the Grinnell-In- London Program

    Jan 04, 2013

    7:30 a.m.: Roommate’s alarm goes off. Some vague memories of her getting up, and then I’m unconscious.

    8:58 a.m.: Other roommate’s alarm…

  3. Well Rounded, Like a Soccer Ball

    Jan 04, 2013

    Author: Alex Exarhos '10

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  4. Rawson/Gates Tower

    Choosing Grinnell

    Jan 04, 2013

     

    I remember coming home from school one February afternoon and rushing to the mailbox to check on college admission letters. When I found a big red envelope that read “Congratulations!” my…

  5. The Lovable, Loquacious Residents of Lazier Fourth

    Jan 04, 2013

    Until I came to Grinnell, I had lived with my parents in Kansas City. Living in a dorm in the middle of rural Iowa has been quite a change for me. College was the first time I had to share a room…

  6. Burling Library

    Jan 04, 2013

     

    In high school, I was always one to come home after sports practice and go study in my quiet room — I concentrate more easily when it’s quiet. Before coming to Grinnell, I was nervous…

  7. Tutorial: A Laughing Matter

    Jan 04, 2013

    Author: Ross Preston '10

    Thinking back to the summer before I came to Grinnell, I recall an inordinate amount of anticipation for everything Grinnell…

  8. Give My Regards to Student Affairs

    Jan 04, 2013
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  9. Alternative Break and Our Dream Man

    Jan 04, 2013

    Issue:  Spring 2009

    When my fellow Alt Breakers and I started to give each other nicknames, I knew all barriers between us had vanished. It surprised me — after less than a week together on…

  10. Lindy Hopping Around the World

    Jan 04, 2013

    “So what kind of dancing do you do?” my grandmother asked me when I visited her for lunch one day this past summer. “Swing,” I tell her again and then try to explain a little better. “Like Lindy…

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