Breaking the Ice with Breaking Bad

For the past three months, we have studied remotely from the hamlet of Gill, Mass., population 1,500. You’d think that since we can’t go anywhere, we would see a lot of each other, perhaps hanging out in common areas and bumping into each other in the kitchen. Though that’s true, it sometimes felt as if we had gone days without seeing each other — too often, we retreated into our rooms and our Zooms. So that’s why we decided to watch exactly one episode of “Breaking Bad” every night at 10 p.m. s

Ain't No Place Like Home: The Tales of a Southern Woman

“’Cause a Mississippi girl don’t change her ways, just ’cause everybody knows her name.” As I power-walk laps around the first-year quad to the sound of Faith Hill’s sappy twang in my earbuds, I realize I’m already having an identity crisis. I’ve only been at Amherst for two weeks. Most first years have to go through this kind of change when they arrive — trying to find the balance between keeping their identities from home while trying to fully embrace the new, exciting world of Amherst. As a N