Recommended Midterm Playlist

In case you somehow are still unaware of your impending doom, we’re here to remind you that IT’S MIDTERM SEASON AGAIN! WOO-HOO! Here’s a playlist, with some tweaks to the wonderful lyrics that we know and love, which can help you make sense of things got this bad…

Shopping Period: It’s early in the semester, and you have no cares in the world. All that is on your mind is making sure your friends know how much dough you earned while interning at this weird tech company. Your naïvete is adorable.

September (Earth, Wind, and Fire):

Do you remember the 21st night of September?

Love was changing the minds of pretenders

While chasing the clouds away

Our hearts were ringing

In the key that our souls were singing

As we danced in the night

Remember how the stars stole the night away

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Things I Wish I’d Said Earlier

tw, cw: mental illness, suicide, eating disorders, loss

Hey, you.

Yes, you.

You in the corner over there,

Hiding behind your long hair

So that no one can see the desperation in your eyes.

I just wanted to tell you:

It’s okay.

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Pros and Cons of “The Rodent”


  •  The visceral reaction to “Rodent” is more analogous to the Sharpe Refectory experience than “Ratty.”
  • A “rodent” was found dead in the building, not a “ratty.”
  •  Anarchy for the sake of anarchy is, at its core, kind of fun.
  •   I don’t really remember why it’s called the Ratty, at least this way I’ll have an explanation for why we nicknamed a dining hall after the most recognizable symbol of disease.


  • Rodent? Are you serious? Gross.
  •  Renaming a landmark structure alienates older students.
  • I don’t even get it.
  •  It’s been the “Ratty” for as long as the current generations can remember.
  • Does nobody care about common decency anymore?
  •  There are certain values which are integral to an institutions core, and it is the responsibility of the populace to uphold those traditions.
  • Am I really going to have to go talk to some lanyard wearing freshman to figure out why they decided the Rodent was an acceptable name for─
  • Why do I sound like a traditionalist conservative?
  •  Is all it takes to bring out the hardline conservative in me─ the Rodent vs. Ratty debate??
  • Maybe the Rodent is the change we need.


The Naanwich and Other Travesties

A Rant by Someone Who Has Eaten Enough Naans and Sandwiches  To Know that They Should Not Be Combined

When I walked into the Ivy Room for the first time this semester, I did so in desperate pursuit of falafels and pizza. Not necessarily both, and not necessarily in that order, but nevertheless, I was disappointed on all counts. Standing before me was a vast line of fellow Indian students with quizzical looks on their faces. Already, a troubled feeling made itself at home inside my stomach.

I intrepidly walked past my countrymen to peer at the source of their discombobulation. NAANWICH, a sign in bold font proudly read. I blinked in disbelief, but the atrocity before my eyes still remained. I tilted my head in thought. “Uhm, excuse me? What’s a naanwich?” I asked a girl to my right.

“It’s a naan-sandwich,” she deadpanned, rolling her eyes. Oh, god. My suspicions had turned out to be accurate. I smiled tentatively before deferring to the other line, with far fewer customers.

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An Elegy: the Angell Street Beech

The 110-year-old Copper Beech tree towering over Sharpe House will see its last spring this year before it is felled to make room for the new Performing Arts Center.

On Arbor Day, April 27, around 35 people clad in raincoats and huddled under umbrellas gathered in a wide ring around the tree to commemorate its time on campus.

“Over the past few days, I’ve noticed people just gathering around her,” Professor Nancy Jacobs said. “I think we’ll see more of that in the near future.”

Jacobs has looked out from her office at the tree for about 15 years. She sometimes calls her Angell after the nearest street.

“The people who care for the grounds, they don’t want to lose this tree,” Jacobs said. “They’re grieving it as much or more as we are.”

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I Knit Blueno’s Scarf: the inside story

One June evening two summers ago, my friend Baxter was walking me home when asked me, “Have you seen the teddy bear?” I hadn’t yet seen recently-installed the “Untitled Lamp/Bear” sculpture, and we took a detour through Ruth B. Simmons quad to take a look at it. The sculpture that would later be affectionately referred to as ‘Blueno’ was already attracting the attention of the students on campus that summer. Whether they adored or despised it, people were making their opinions known regarding the aesthetic merit of the art piece.

Later that summer, I traveled to Paris and Ireland with my dear friend and fairy godmother, Ann Hood. She was promoting her most recent novel, ‘The Book That Matters Most,’ which featured a character who was a yarn-bomber. This was my first introduction to the practice of yarn-bombing, a form of non-permanent graffiti that covers structures with knitted material, with the intention of personalizing sterile or cold public spaces. While researching the colorful history of guerilla knitting, I learned this artistic vandalism has covered objects ranging from the Wall Street Bull, to telephone boxes in London. Street art and graffiti are typically male-dominated practices, but yarn bombing takes a more playful and feminine approach to reclaiming public spaces. It became my mission to create a knitted accessory for Blueno that would enable the Brown community to warm to this sculpture, which seemed to have been artificially imposed on our campus. Continue Reading