By Sadia Haque As January turned into February and students, at last, began to settle into the second semester, there was one thing on everyone’s mind: next semester’s living situation. For many, this meant trying to convince their friends to move into the same dorm building. For others, it was fighting for the chance to get the ideal single with a private bathroom, kitchen, and fireplace. Verily Veritas, however, had completely missed this memo. Having returned from a winter
Affirmative By Malia Simon I have found myself in many unforeseen circumstances in my time at Columbia: accidentally becoming really good at the Dewey Decimal System, going to 1020 wrapped in a quilt, witnessing a professor contract temporary cyanide poisoning from taking elderberry tincture instead of a flu shot, to name a few. One circumstance I never could have imagined finding myself in is defending Columbia Dining. But here I am, playing devil’s advocate harder than the
By Adam Glusker a cockroach emerges from a pile of golden-leaf glitter.
he wonders if the shiny things he emerged from correspond
to what he will need to survive.
he fucks rationality and devours the reflected light anyways, eating as much as he can
fit into his mouth until he’s satiated. as a consequence,
he dies an agonizing death from the glitter’s poison:
a toxic plastic.
his decomposing corpus is stepped on,
over and over again,
squashed, minced, spread, and del
By Samia Menon The moment was still – and
I was in a wrinkle of Rockefeller Plaza and
Kate had blinked away as the sun does on beautiful days
(in beautiful ways)
and I had noticed that the concrete was blue.
So I was alone on the blue concrete and threads
of people were tugging through – tying knots
around the rink and tangling the tree and
I dreamed of a Rockette as I saw them when I was three:
an impossibly tall statue come to life
(marble as skin, red, red lips)
By Larkin White Preparing for my interview with Anna Sugrue, a Barnard senior passionate about prison abolition, I perused the internet for the most incisive questions I could find to perfectly capture her essence. Naturally, this led me to the Times’ “36 Questions That Lead to Love,” which I got caught up reading moments before my interview. Sugrue spotted the open tab on my computer and laughed. “What’s your idea of a perfect day?” lay at the top of my list of questions. “I
By Eden Rosenbloom When I met with Priya Pai, CC ‘20, after her office hours for User Interface Design, for which she is a TA, her sincere “How are you?” prompted an outpouring of my first-year worries and existential crises of the week. “Yeah, that never stops,” she replied between giggles. Her tone revealed no trace of the I’m-a-senior-and-your-petty-anxieties-are-not-of-concern-to-me attitude I confront far too often. By the time we settled into our seats in the Dodge Joe,
By Sam Needleman The Blue and White’s constitution charges its staff to “collectively craft a publication that not only shows clearly Columbia’s exact tone, but parses and changes its contours with grace and wit.” When the 43 members of our magazine voted to re-ratify our constitution a few weeks ago, we left this lofty goal open to interpretation.As the Magazine’s new Editor-in-Chief, I hope that each Blue and White contributor will take up the charge as they see fit, aspiri