Author: Lexie Kelly Wainwright

I’ll be straight: from my perspective, this is the time of year when things are beginning to look a little less rosy. We finish our first semester in a last-dash blaze of passionate productivity, are met with a month to reflect on what we’ve learned, and return to school with

Tempted as I am to revert to my characteristic post-break existential crisis mode and take this moment to wax poetic about the significance of all that pesky undefined negative space carved out by our college careers, I’m going to allow you silent reflection on our recent monthlong hiatus while I

What is it about these micro-breaks that makes for such darn good TSL fodder? You’d think the whole not-being-in-school thing wouldn’t really have a place in the school paper, but there’s something about the negative space between the long stretches we spend here on campus that helps to better define

I tell you, some things are just too easy in college. This is not usually the line I take in my column. For the most part, I use this space as a public sounding board for freaking out about those trivial trials and tribulations that regularly pepper my waking existence

They say that life is a cycle. By “they,” I mean the good men and women of the Cliché Machine (it’s like the War Machine, only more persistent and more effectual in driving the US economy). By “cycle,” I guess they mean that our time here on Earth is relentlessly

Iron-fisted Sentinels of West Dorm They told us we couldn’t get in without an ID, and they were right. Gone were the days of simply hopping over the six-odd-foot fence and landing with a soft thump in a human puddle of pleasure-seekers-gone-too-far-to-care, of slipping through an unattended gap in the

It’s Halloween-time, and I’m officially getting scared. Let’s be real for a second: you all know that it’s not the ghosts and ghouls that have got me wigged. It doesn’t take a statistician to know that the number of froshpeople who have been transported in the past two months because

It seems to me, in my infinite wisdom (the wisdom of froshpeople, the only true wisdom), that few things in this world are more enigmatic than Fall Break. The awkward child of the late summer holidays and the as-yet unrealized Thanksgiving vacation, Fall Break seeks to present itself as a

Even now that I’m in college and getting my mind blown on the daily, inside the classroom and out, it’s the simple passage of time that really gets me. The Spanish Inquisition is one thing, but you really never expect the midterm mark to come so soon, especially not when

Nothing in this life quite compares to the first few weeks at the Claremont Colleges. We’ve got your stimulating conversation, we’ve got your perpetual sunshine, and, like any self-respecting institution of higher education, we’ve got your party scene. From what I’ve seen, I can only imagine that a sizable subset