Because when you’re a freshman, you are, in every sense, an architect of ruins. You leave home, you lose your compass, you build a new self out of cafeteria coffee and 3 a.m. texts. Then, midterms hit. Suddenly, you feel as lost as Odysseus drifting past the Lotus-Eaters.
We went back to Greece to remember that the first year is not about arriving. It’s about voyaging. Freshmen Issue 278 Back To Greece
Dear Freshmen,
— Alex “I Cried in the Agora (And That’s Fine)” A First-Year’s Confession Because when you’re a freshman, you are, in