Whitman College’s class of 2025, once thought to be the largest ever, is a bit smaller than was once thought. The cause? Dozens of first-years are actually sophomores in disguise acting out an attempt...
Rosy-fingered dawn is not yet up
And paper-ridden, I am not yet down
Yet ‘ere the Starbucks sells its opening cup
You are awake and jogging through the town
Each day in hot-pink...
While the rest of the Backpage writers are on strike, I’ve decided to conduct a one-woman sit-in to present the administration with the visible face of our struggle. I will not leave the Pio office — even to go to class — until this travesty of unequal pay is remedied.
