Recruit who dropped their sport: Can I work in?
Regular student: Work in Stone? Frist? Campus Club? Work in where?


“Perhaps children of the early 2000s should be grateful for tamer coming-of-age protagonists who dealt with school bullies, boogers, and cursed slices of cheese within the vacuum of endless middle school.”

A letter from the editor celebrating the release of the seventh issue of the semester.

In this week’s special issue highlighting writers and artists of color, the Nass goes to the grocery, likens music to love, and washes with public soap.

“the human can only know themselves to be human / because we condemn the three dimensions / of our thoughts”


“They probably thought Evan just smelled like that: nauseatingly floral like Katie Levi-Moretti, the first girl in his high school class to discover perfume and, therefore, the last person everybody wanted to sit next to at assembly.”



“Let’s try this again. I am one of many people in love. I am a human of being human. Skin like everyone else and lots of heart. Too much music might kill me. Too little too.”

“Some families even hold their hands up to the chicken wire to touch each other’s fingertips.”

“Nostalgia is a luxury that I’m willing to pay any price for, and these grocery stores sell it all.”

“I often have to remind myself that I too am allowed, and can succeed with, charismatic, unapologetic style.”

Wherein a Nass writer reflects on lost DVDs as artifacts of a past life.

Recruit who dropped their sport: Can I work in?
Regular student: Work in Stone? Frist? Campus Club? Work in where?