Hampshire College

Coming from South Texas, I have no concept of seasons, just “hot” and “extremely hot.”

As I lift the bulky bail of hay, I place it strategically on the metal rail so as not to let it fall back.

If someone walked in on one of my classes, more likely than not they would find about 20 college students not exactly acting their own age.

A few nights ago, when I was on an expedition to retrieve a friend’s bike, the dark blue light of the mountains near campus glowed under distinct constellations.

Having the tension rubbed out of my shoulders and upper back from all the hours of hunching over printouts and computer screens was a joy.

The realization sinks in that we are less than two weeks away from the end of our first semester of college.

A Century of Attractions: Contextualizing Russian Film was a kind of film-study class that made sense to me – we looked for meaning in the images themselves.