The name tag, with its letters in blazing white on a black background, says it all, announcing its wearer’s identity, setting, and reason for ringing your doorbell: “Elder _____ : The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.” Although the picture of the Mormon on a mission characterizes, and perhaps caricatures, the life of young members of the LDS...
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Dutch Uncle Donuts: an occasional tradition
When Hillsdale College students get hungry after a night of revelry, there are two popular destinations for late-night comfort food: Dutch Uncle Donuts and The Palace Cafe. In many ways, The Palace is the easier option for the late-night munchies. It has an expansive menu with an atmosphere like Thanksgiving dinner, and it is within walking distance of campus. But...
Orthodox Christians gather as one
From Compline to fasting practices, to reading group with Dr. Jackson, there is a tangibly different vibe about the Orthodox Christian group compared to the other religious groups on campus. “We call it the ethos, the sort of character, the atmosphere, the textures of the church,” sophomore Brigid Majmudar said. “It’s very intense.” Among the multitude of active Catholics and...
Classical education teachers without the minor
Without having taken a single credit in the education department, Hillsdale alumna Bailey Steger ’16 walked into Academy of Excellence in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, just a few months after she graduated, to welcome her kindergarten class. “I showed up in August having absolutely no idea what I was doing,” Steger said. She was far from alone — all over the country,...
Politics and Poetry: Meet lecturer Matthew Mehan
While teaching “Hamlet” to college students in the Washington-Hillsdale Internship Program, Lecturer of English Matthew Mehan is writing the book he wishes Hamlet had read as a kid. Titled “Mr. Mehan’s Mildly Amusing Mythical Mammals” (or “M5” for short), the book features 26 colorfully-illustrated monsters with their own poems, one for each letter of the alphabet. Layered with meaning rich...
Walking through the Paul House
I shouldn’t have grown so attached to it, and now it’s slipping away. It used to smell musty after a long, hot summer. The rooms stood in semi-darkness from poor lighting, but it hid the torn and dented wallpaper quite well. Furniture cluttered the upstairs, and the kitchen cabinets overflowed with dishes left behind by long-gone residents. But I made...
