Dear Readers,
Let me tell you a secret: I’m a time-traveler. You’re reading these words on May 1 (or even later!), but I’m writing them all the way back on April 8. Oh, remember how young and naive we were all those weeks ago, unscarred by course registration and final presentations and the grade calculator website. Of course, I’m only guessing because, again, I’m writing this on April 8. But I suspect I’m right.
Everything ends and everything begins again. We go in circles and get knocked down by déjà vu. We finish one set of exams and then, before we know it, there’s another test to take. But somehow time passes anyway. Slowly and subtly, these cycles spin us forward and, before we know it, another year has ended. When this finals season is over, I’ll be a senior. I’ll have only one semester left at post-, and only one year left at Brown. It all feels so different. It all feels exactly the same.
Our writers, too, find themselves caught in moments of endings, of change, of repetition. In Feature, Eleanor writes about a friendship continuing after graduation. Danielle traces the history of her violin and Christina traces her history with Latin for Narrative. In A&C, Indigo reflects on her time at post- as it comes to an end, while in Lifestyle, Yana and Maria reflect on their choices, through reading palms and overthinking respectively. Finally, Ina prepares you for your exams with a Brown-themed crossword and a guide to our dining halls.
Finals are overwhelming. We’re moving out for the summer, we’re saying goodbye to graduating friends, we’re spending absurd amounts of time studying in the Rock or the SciLi. Maybe, if we’re lucky, we’re finding a break to go bask on the Main Green, since hopefully spring has come by now. So sit in the sun, look at the flowers just now coming back to life, and read this issue of post-.
Until next time,
Elaina Bayard
Editor-In-Chief
Elaina Bayard is Editor-In-Chief at post- Magazine. When she's not buried under a mountain of readings from her English concentration, she's probably buried under a mountain of yarn from her crochet addiction.

