The first time I went to therapy, I was in second grade. The last time I went to therapy was about a week ago. I think I’ve spent more years in weekly therapy than not.Read More
Everyone talks about the infamous “50 things” list at Wellesley. In four years here, many of us have checked off a lot of those quintessential Wellesley adventures. A few of us have really done all fifty. All of us, however, have had many, many adventures that don't appear on that famous list.Read More
It’s two weeks into my first year at Wellesley, and I and myself sobbing in the middle of the night in the quad courtyard. I won’t get into why I was crying—it would take me a long time to explain. But most Wellesley students know that there are few places on campus where you can cry and keep to yourself.Read More
The Hate U Give follows 16-year old Starr Carter as she navigates the ins and outs of being a teenager: from friendships and sometimes fighting to boyfriends and maybe taking the next step. But Starr’s life is more complicated than some 16-year olds’ are. She has to navigate living between two worlds: the black neighborhood she calls home and the elite, predominately white high school she attends. Starr’s life quickly becomes even more complicated when she is the only witness when her childhood best friend Khalil, unarmed, is killed by a cop.Read More
The hood on my raincoat comes to a point where all the water streams down. It’s streaming down into my coat. I am drenched, but my umbrella is in my bag.
I didn’t use it because at least when I’m drenched and miserable, I’m feeling something.Read More
Given the abundance of this year’s news articles, emails, and Facebook posts, I wouldn’t blame you for not wanting to read another Freedom Project story. I’m sure that the temptation to set down this magazine and do something else (like take a walk, eat some pie, or hide away with your Netflix account) is overtly compelling. Even as I sit down to write this, I’m having trouble knowing what to say. The last thing I want to do is polarize or inflame an already heated campus division, especially so close to the end of the year. However, the dialogue surrounding the Freedom Project has been missing a perspective.Read More
No matter how prepared I may have been, how many web pages I read or maps I studied, how much I knew I wanted to do this, study abroad is not all worry-free days and adventure. It’s not just weekend getaways and clever Instagram captions. It’s a lot harder than that.Read More
Without fail, after every weekly wash and the random in between washes after a summer beach day, I remember looking into the mirror at my hair that was definitely not straight. It’s as if all this time my hair was longing to return to its natural state. I hear its whisper in my ear: Look at me, aren’t I pretty? Isn’t this what I am meant to look like?Read More
The Counterpoint staff recently had a discussion about our Content Warnings Policy, specifically on whether or not we would provide CWs for articles that discuss Donald Trump. We decided as a staff that, as a magazine by Wellesley students for Wellesley students, we should open up the discussion to our campus readers via an anonymous poll and comment section. However, we also as a staff agreed that if just one Wellesley student said that they wanted CW for Donald Trump, we would provide them because we are a magazine for all Wellesley students. Therefore, we have come to the conclusion that we will provide CW for Donald Trump. In addition, though, we have decided to start having more detailed CWs overall. We will now provide three categories of CW, described below. These descriptions will now be available in the inside front cover of every issue of Counterpoint for our reader’s convenience.Read More
The film crushed my heart with the wistfulness of love lost over the course of chasing dreams, of the sacrifices of creative drive.
Throughout the film, however, my mind was bogged down by an incessant observation: all the people of color (except John Legend’s character) were in the background as amorphous jazz music machines. The thing is, they had presences as brilliant jazz musicians, but they had almost no speaking roles, didn’t drive the story, and were only there to supplement the main characters, who were almost all white. The film was centered around two white characters, while subsequently using people of color as musical props.Read More
When my doctor called me with the final test results, she seemed to be nearly in tears. She wanted to immediately put me on two different types of birth control, regardless of the fact that I would need to be taken off of medications important to my mental health. She made me swear I wasn’t having sex. She repeatedly told me that even though chances were low that I could even have my own biological kids, I would need to have an abortion if I ever did get pregnant. The reason? If I was to have a child, that child would most likely have full-blown CAH resulting in ambiguous genitalia. In other words, any of my future kids would most likely be visibly intersex.Read More
“I’m sorry,” Larry says, interrupting your loud interviewer. “I didn’t realize this was a sad occasion.”
Your interviewer looks up at him in annoyance. “What are you talking about? I already told you, we’ll have two Cheer-Up Cheeseburgers.”
You, however, meet the clown’s eyes. This is the moment you have been waiting █or.
“The world is quiet here.”Read More
If Paula Johnson were your roommate, she wouldn’t mind that your alarm always wakes her up before you can turn it off, even though she doesn’t have class until 11:10. “You’re just a heavy sleeper,” she’d say. “Don’t worry about it.”Read More
Counterpoint staff members share their thoughts on this election and what it means for them:
What saddens me most about all this is that we were so close.
We are not okay. Yet we still stand tall, because we have each other.
Somehow, when I sit down to write something about this, I never seem to be able to get it quite right.Read More
We are saturated with thoughts of the coming election. We are swamped, soaked, swallowed and swathed; like a congealing coat of butter around a warm biscuit, it has engulfed us. We are in the deep fryer.
There are thousands of writers out there, far better than I, who have tried to articulate the minutia of our political state. This is not that kind of article. I will not mount the soapbox and preach about any one of those issues, because you simply can’t quantify “importance.” This article serves merely as a piece of my story; because, yes, I am voting for Hillary Clinton.Read More