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The Elephant Hole

My apartment has a lot of elephants in it. Statues, pictures, paintings, and even a pillow shaped like an elephant. Edith Gaylord #303 is affectionately known as the Elephant Hole, a deterioration from its original name, the Watering Hole, which seems to have stuck. We initially called it the Watering Hole because of all the elephants everywhere, but it also seemed to express a place of gathering and community where we could all get what we need. Of all the amazing things that have happened to me at CC, the women I live with have influenced me more than I could have ever imagined. I met Sophie, Desi, Shannon, and…

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Greek Life at CC

Greek Life has been an integral part of my Colorado College experience. I am a member of Delta Gamma. I initially joined Greek life knowing that I was seeking a consistent, supportive group of women. I quickly realized that there is so much more to Greek Life at CC than that. I found a group of women who are passionate about academics, extremely involved in campus life, and dedicated to Greek Life. I gained leadership experience, I met individuals from all grades and disciplines, and I felt like I belonged there. Greek life at CC is a relatively small population of students; there are three sororities and three fraternities totaling…

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The Clothesline Project

The Student Organization for Sexual Safety, of which I have been a member for 3 years, annually participates in the Clothesline Project. It often generates feelings across the entire spectrum of emotion, but it always generates incredible discussion, activism, awareness, and solidarity. I am so proud to be a part of a school that prioritizes…

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A Sense of Place

When I was born, my parents looked down at their new-born, and noted that this little creature they held in their hands would be Class of ’15. The year was 1993, and they had flown in from Missoula, MT to Rochester, NY. It was blizzarding outside. A true white out. As in a poem my mom wrote from my voice when I was just days old, “I was born in winter, a winter girl I am.” While writing this post, I’m sitting at my senior carrel on the second floor of Tutt Library. Nineteen books are piled up by my side; today’s New York Times lies on top, not yet…

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