During Cooper Union’s protest held in December, a large red sign hung down the side of the Cooper Union Foundation Building, reading “Free Education To All.” The implications of this message are powerful and exciting, especially to college students paying $40,000 a year. However, aren’t these students protesting for the continuation of free education at Cooper Union and not, in [...]
Lindsay Peters Why We’re Obsessed with the Past and the Present and Why That’s Okay My friend hates her neighbors. Living on campus at Pratt University, she is plagued by a classic dorm problem: loud music. Every weekend in the wee hours of the morning, the smooth timbre of the late crooner Frank Sinatra erupt through her walls from the [...]
Delia Bennett A First-Hand Look at Debutante Culture When I first told people I was going home for a week to “come out,” I realized I should have chosen my words more purposefully — or less purposefully. In a naive attempt to be cheeky, I unintentionally let my teachers and classmates assume I was heading home for a much more serious [...]
When I first moved to New York City, I came to terms with the fact that my personal bubble would have to be popped on many occasions
Last week a student in his senior year noticed me in the Lang Café. He walked over to my table away from the lunch sounds of hurried eating and loud conversation. He seemed eager to chat.
I consider myself a Tomb Raider fan since I was first deemed old enough by my parents to play videogames.
For some, it is difficult to come to terms with unkind facts. To the credit of my single Caribbean mother and a host of experiences, I do not suffer from the same weakness.
Every month, girls will either anxiously await for their period to come and reassure them that — no they’re not pregnant. Or give them an unexpected welcome causing them to desperately rummage their purse for a tampon or pad.
Firstly, an apology is in order. In the weeks since it was published, the previous column in this series has elicited a considerable response from the student community at The New School. Like its two preceding entries, “The Trappings of Cultural Sophistication (Or, Why I’ve Sworn Off Hipster Girls)” was intended as a satire on the realities of finding romance [...]
From tuition to housing, to health service fees, nothing at The New School comes cheap. This includes the food prices.
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