The Amherst men’s basketball team extended its win streak to five with victories over Westfield State and Emerson College this week. These two wins help set the tone for the team’s next three games, all on the road, before the holiday break.
The purple and white impressed with 16 three-pointers on Tuesday against Westfield State. Senior captain Connor Green led the offensive attack, recording a double-double with a game high 21 points and 12 rebounds.
For the first time in program history, men’s soccer won the Division III national championship, completing the impressive feat this past weekend with a pair of hard-fought victories against ranked opponents at the Swope Soccer Village in Kansas City, Missouri.
On Friday night in the Final Four, Amherst squared off against SUNY Oneonta, a talented team ranked eighth in the nation. Entering play in Kansas City with a 19-3-1 overall record, the Red Dragons had yet to allow a goal in its four previous NCAA Tournament games this year.
Many strange beings lurk in the fictional town of Night Vale: hooded figures who maintain a forbidden dog park, helicopters painted with birds of prey that steal children and an omniscient glowing cloud that serves as president of school council. Yet the most confusing and paradoxical product of the biweekly podcast “Welcome to Night Vale” may be Night Vale writers Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor’s new novel of the same title.
Upon entering the Powerhouse last Wednesday, you could immediately feel the excitement permeating the room where the fall 2015 Dance and Step at Amherst College performance was held.
Amazon Studio’s TV series, “The Man in the High Castle,” opens with quintessential images of American symbols of pride: the beautiful skyline of New York City, the Golden Gate Bridge and a statue of an eagle, poised to fly. You can almost hear such symbols saying “God Bless Our Homeland,” yet these images quickly become warped. Over the New York skyline quivers the projection of a swastika. A radiant red sun with rays spreading down, overtakes the Golden Gate Bridge to evoke Japanese imperial imposition in America.
Disclaimer: I was never a Belieber. True, I reluctantly attended two Justin Bieber concerts in seventh grade, back when Bieber was on the brink of superstardom. These are the concessions you make when your childhood best friend is high with “Bieber fever” and drags you to his free live shows in Los Angeles. Within the walls of the iconic Hollywood Palladium, sanitized to accommodate throngs of pre-pubescent girls and their unwilling parents (and best friends), I witnessed Justin Bieber’s cherubic face and vanilla choreography.
This is inspired by those who care for others and themselves, those who organize and write. Thank you.
Dear first-year me,
I hope this letter finds you well. Is it strange to be getting a letter from yourself? Perhaps it is, but knowing me (and knowing you), perhaps it is not. In any case, I wanted to share some thoughts as we head into the end of this semester and the beginning of next. Here they are:
