Quintessential works from a graduating senior. By Cecilia Zuniga Illustration by Ines Alto Why do you think there are no men enrolled in this class? It is a Thursday at 10:10 a.m., and my professor splays this question across on the board as our weekly writing prompt. The class, titled Crime, Race, Sex, and the Politics of Purity, is a graduate level seminar in Barnard’s American Studies department. My classmates trickle into the room, each one pausing in the doorway to rea

What I came and left with. By Zayna Jamil Illustration by Ines Alto On Tuesday, March 24, I was selected via lottery to attend dinner at Columbia College Dean Josef Sorett’s apartment through the Undergraduate Community Initiative. I was among about 20 students and 15 alumni faculty members from various fields of study gathered to talk about our experiences in the College thus far. I stepped foot into the apartment feeling a little hesitant. I searched for friends or familia

A Night at the Columbia vs. NYU Law Dean’s Cup. By Ana Sorrentino Illustration by Ines Alto As if this were any usual Columbia basketball game, I smuggled my Chef Mike’s sandwich along with three bags of hot cheetos into my purse as I entered Levien Gym. I took my usual seat on the left, angled for a clear view of the scoreboard. As Columbia has never been known for its abundant school spirit, I expected only thin, uneven waves of baby blue-clad attendants and more empty rows

How a scrappy underdog won a unanimous moral victory By Chris Brown Illustration by Ines Alto Sparks were flying on a beautiful day in Morningside Park as The Blue and White lined up against WKCR in their first meeting on the kickball diamond. The long-awaited match between Columbia’s two favorite student journalism organizations arrived on a crisp late April morning. Hard rain the day before did nothing to dampen either team’s spirits, and the game kicked off at 12:30 p.m. T

Navigating queer dating culture on campus . By Zayna Jamil Illustration by Ines Alto Four years, 48 months, 1344 days — I had been waiting for this moment. After years of imagining the new life ahead of me, the car was packed and ready to drive off with my suitcases, picture frames of hometown friends, and a loving family trying to delay saying goodbye to their newly-adult daughter at college. After a four hour drive, I stood at the towering gates of Columbia, intimidated, bu