What a lark! What a plunge! these past four years have been. We've gone up to the roof of Metcalf to watch the sunrise and down to the SciLi basement to pull all-nighters. There are risks we wish we'd taken; nights we try to forget. Some of us never want to leave. Some of us know that it's time. But overall, it's been a blast. This weekend, the class of 2013 will step off College Hill and scatter in different directions — toward jobs, graduate school, unemployment and the unknown. We'll miss you, Brown. But we know that the friendships and the memories we've made and the lessons we've learned will last far beyond the Van Wickle Gates.
— The 122nd Editorial Board
Family, friends and faculty members still remember Schaefer, a former member of the class of 2013, vividly as a transformative member of the Brown community.
The University is continuing its expansion as President Christina Paxson finalizes her long-term strategic plan.
Brown Divest Coal looks to University administrators to divest from financial investments in coal companies.
A signature from Gov. Lincoln Chafee ’75 P’14 May 2 concluded a 16-year-long journey to legalize same-sex marriage in Rhode Island.
We’ll miss you, Brown. But we know that the friendships and the memories we’ve made and the lessons we’ve learned will last far beyond the Van Wickle Gates.
Tanayott Thaweethai ’13 came to Brown hoping to explore the perspectives of students from all over the world and embrace the freedom of the New Curriculum.
Elizabeth Mills ’13.5 said her Brown experience has been shaped by her love of teaching — the challenge of it and its humbling effects.
The Herald surveyed outgoing seniors about a range of topics including Brown experiences, academics, sex, post-graduation plans, and favorite memories.
Voices of 2013
How could I not expect the interviewer to mention comedy when it had clearly been such a big part of my college career?
I hope to carry with me the spirit of focused vulnerability from debate, and from Mr. Richards’ carpool, wherever I go.
I started my journey as a wide-eyed freshman who responded to the call of “Join the Brown Band” with, “Don’t worry, I pretty much already have.”
Rathna and I were born months apart but continents apart in distance, social and literal.
In the midst of senior year my show was in a creative rut.
Weeks before I drove up to Providence for freshman orientation, I decided that I was going to change my name.
Over the past four years, I have spent countless hours working out in the boathouse and rowing on the Seekonk River in pursuit of perfection.
I’m all set for grad school. Graduation is still terrifying. There’s plenty of room at the bottom.
When I first heard of UCS, I was hesitant and skeptical after a lackluster high school student government experience.
For the first time in my life, people assumed I was dumber than them solely because I played a sport.
Whack! I wake up groggily as my head bounces off the window of our Jeep, and we drive over a hole in the road.
This is the letter I should have written to the admission office when I was a wayward 19-year-old transfer applicant.
My doctor’s service is what led me to Brown. My service is what will lead me forward as I graduate from Brown, step by step through the Van Wickle Gates.
I came to Brown on a mission to uplift my community back home.
Unlike the traditional SciLi or Rock late-night study sessions, my all-nighters have been spent in the theater.
I didn’t come to Brown to study or practice religion.
No one asks me how or why I came up with such a quirky combination because it is assumed, inaccurately, that I must have put a lot of thought into it.