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Feeling Alive

Seeing through sickness

I’ve had enough sore throats in my life that I’m now able to distinguish between those that come from allergies or simply being run-down and those that are serious. Yet, no matter how closely I am acquainted with them, to this day nothing makes my mood dive south more than waking up with a sore…

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The English Major

What happens to a dream deferred?

I have few memories of what life was like during preschool. Of course, there are some that are more distinct than others—for example, peeing my pants during the Pledge of Allegiance, or openly asking my teacher why she was so fat (unfortunately for her, I had no filter in preschool). But there is one memory…

Who Knows BruNotes (Kira Widjaja)

Playing with Passion

A conversation with Neil Goh about BruNotes

When students think of community service at Brown, the larger, more well-known organizations associated with the Swearer Center often come to mind. Meanwhile, smaller, overlooked student groups, whose main recruitment strategies are booths at the activities fair, tend to have more specific goals that may better fit people’s personal interests. For example, BruNotes is a…

Tristate Loop

Asphalt to Asphalt, Dust to Dust

Last-minute adventuring in the Northeast

3:15 p.m. Shit. I fall out of bed, groaning as I realize how much I have overslept — a ritual that’s becoming all too familiar as the days shorten and my problem sets lengthen. This time, however, it isn’t lectures I am missing but the first day of a long weekend —theoretically perfect for knocking things off the…

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Charlie Brown Comes Home

how the clemency initiative saved one man from life imprisonment

Nobody stays long at the Anthony P. Travisono Intake Service Center in Providence, Rhode Island, and nobody wants to. Serving as the first stop for over 1,200 incarcerated people on their way into the criminal justice system each month, conditions are poor—the stale confines reek of musty clothes and pepper lingering from the mace spray…