For a college so entwined in politics, Hillsdale doesn’t turn out many elected officials. More than 20 years ago, I came to Hillsdale convinced that what I learned here would one day help me become an elected official, probably after becoming a lawyer. God had different plans. I never went to law school but did...
Category: Big Grid – Home
In Poland, God comes home
“We Polish people have an old saying,” she told me as she offered another slice of cheesecake: “Gość w dom, bóg w dom: visitor comes home, God comes home.” Three different kinds of pierogies, beef, chicken, potatoes, salad, and two bottles of wine — the remnants of our dinner — still filled the table as...
When only poetry will do
The only thing more haunting than my masked 2020 high school graduation was the number of kids whose folding chairs were empty that May afternoon, lost to freak accidents and suicide. My graduation was more a celebration of survival than a rite of passage. “Sometimes in life, only poetry will do,” my English teacher used...
The Weekly – Rethinking Quad Construction
Welcome to Hillsdale College, Class of 2028! In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a giant hole at the center of your new home. The construction on the quad is an eyesore. It’s frustrating to walk the fenced-off perimeter of an area that used to be beautiful and accessible. It’s unfortunate to lose a place to...
Dear Collegian, More Aristotle Needed
To the Editor — My name is Joseph. I’m a freshman. Adjusting to life at Hillsdale this last week has been like getting used to living in a heavenly dream — a dream full of fascinating lectures, hours-long discussions about the Good with random Olds girls and as much SAGA soft serve as I can...




