It’s your first time out to dinner in almost a year. The restaurant is at capacity, and even though you’re vaccinated you can’t help but feel nervous as your server brings your meal. You might feel as if you’re thinking irrationally, but it is entirely normal to have some anxiety about the reopening process as things in Washington state slowly return to something resembling pre-pandemic normalcy.
This website is a part of a larger evolution that has been in the works for a while. It couldn’t have happened without the hard work and contributions of numerous past editors. Some of the changes have been happening subtly over the past few months; others are rolling out for the first time today. Here’s a rundown:
This story expands on an article about how college is inherently classist. Read the main story here.
Imagine working between 40 and 50 hours a week, attending full-time college and balancing a social life. Then, imagine coming home to a roommate that has never worked a day in their life but has their college paid for.
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Traditional modes of religion have been a guiding light for so many people across the nation for hundreds of years now. But recently, as trust in institutions wavers, other modes of spirituality have been on the rise, such as astrology.
The journey of self-acceptance is a long one for most. With the rise of social media, our society has created an extremely toxic culture surrounding body image.
Maria Ugas is a junior at WWU, studying Law and Social Justice at Fairhaven College. She enjoys chai tea, long walks with her children, and working to defund the police state.
Our innate instincts are what have kept the human race alive for all this time. We have the instincts to run from danger, to fight for survival and to have sex. But, what if the very thing that keeps the human race alive can also put us in danger?
It’s been over a year since the World Health Organization declared COVID-19 as a pandemic, and hiking trails and parks are starting to get busier.
Paper ripped from the telephone books is sprinkled across the room, the furniture is turned over and the contents of the trash bin have been dumped onto the floor.
By Dia Wondimu