When I woke up on the morning of November 12th, 2015, grudgingly emerging from beneath my warm blanket, my first thought was of a phone interview scheduled for later that day. My second thought was wondering if I’d have enough time to grab a quick breakfast. My third, whether I could find any clean pants within the tangle of laundry on my floor.
Later that day, as I sat on the floor of Frost Library listening to my peers of color present testimonial after testimonial describing pain, anguish, and suffering, I considered the thoughts that I had not had. The thoughts that it had not been necessary for me to have the instant I got out of bed. Continue reading Reflections on Amherst Uprising by Sara Schulwolf ’17
Sitting in the Snow
“There’s one more thing you better understand. I have taught myself to sew, cook, fix plumbing, build furniture – I can even pat myself on the back when necessary – all so I don’t have to ask anyone for anything. There’s nothing I need from anyone except for love and respect. And anyone who can’t give me those two things has no place in my life.”
– Arnold, Torch Song Trilogy
When I first came out to myself, I was alone. I was away at boarding school, walking out of the dining hall. I remember it was dark outside, and I stepped away from the lamp-lit path so that no one would see me crying. I wanted to be found, because I desperately wanted someone to just ask me what was wrong, so that all the weight could be forced off my chest. I suddenly knew that I was gay – that’s what I was called – and that’s what I would need to tell my parents someday. Continue reading Coming Out by Spencer Quong ’18
The future of Amherst social life looms before us– a nebulous, half-formed vision, at best. The pending demolition of the Socials stirs mixed emotions in the community. And the most we can do is speculate about what lies ahead. I would describe my relationship with the Socials as “ambivalent”. I don’t invest too much hope in my Saturday night escapades, which means that every once in awhile, I get to be pleasantly surprised. I also appreciate having a social life that we can all collectively make fun of. Continue reading Bye Bye Socials by Samantha O’Brien ’18