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Opinion: I Met the Love of My Life on This Toilet So I Had to Take It Home

By Maya Comer

Editor’s Note: this “Op-Ed” slipped under my doorstep at a crisp 4AM. Despite the lack of meaningful opinion, we have decided to publish this piece as a reflection of the Grinnellian drive for literary excellence, our quintessential ability to be horny literally anywhere, and the desire to vandalize dorm property. Enjoy.

I’m breaking my silence. I have to. I must share my story with the world, put a name behind my YikYak infamy. I promise that I speak with full humility when I describe my tale as inspiring. You see, friends, this is a tale of love and longing in the most unexpected places, of the transcendence of the human experience, of the power of memory and desire. Hear me, for this is my story.

I Investigated Reslife with my Wet Hands: What I Found was Shocking

By Nora Mitchell

I swore to myself if I was ever given a platform I would use it for good, to advocate for others. Now that I’ve been hired at the B&S, the pinnacle of journalistic integrity, I did some investigation to uncover one of ResLife’s deepest darkest secrets.

Last year, when I was a first year, I wound up in the hospital for three weeks with the mumps after using the communal towel someone had placed in our residence hall bathroom to share. It was later in the year and nobody had once washed it. I was desperate and had a moment of weakness that thwarted my long-term health. But here’s the real question: how could ResLife allow this to happen?

Notice of Employment Termination

The B&S is saddened to report that, in light of recent events, four of its veteran staff members have been fired. See the messages below for more details:

POV: UR HIGH ST

By Elke Calhoun

Another sun sets across the ever-expanding Iowa skies. You rest contentedly on your post, satisfied after another long day of guarding your expanse of asphalt. Three people turned correctly down your avenue. You are satisfied; you have purpose; you are the High Street sign. 

Suddenly, you hear rustle, a bustle. From the bushes emerge three figures swathed in darkness and bright red Grinnell Men’s Basketball merch. You tense in all of your metallic glory. You have been THE HIGH STREET sign throughout living memory (since the 2021 derecho), and you are no fool to what happens to good upstanding signs when sportos come lurking.  

One Email More

By Elke Calhoun

B and S reporters have been alerted by increasingly concerned French majors about the mental state of their own SEPC. Over the course of the semester, they have fallen increasingly into psychological states of ruin.  Thus began a covert sting operation in which one brave B&S reporter went deep undercover and took a French course, in order to gain insider access to the French psyche, strategy, and (most importantly) mailing list. This reporter has battled through nicotine addictions, fashion faux pas, and a horrible case of contagious pretension, but returns victorious with a compilation of emails that follows the transgression into total madness of an SEPC that was already teetering on the brink.:

Where Were You When Anne Harris Visited Lazier 3rd?

By Bella Takata

Hey Dale, 

I know it’s been a week or two, but do you remember when Anne Harris visited Lazier 3rd? I want to say it was March 5th, probably in the late afternoon or so.
My best,

– Bella Takata

Opinion: Your life should be less safe

By James Applegate

While immersed in the chilling tempest of Grinnell’s latest winter storm, I happened to find myself walking from North Campus to the JRC. Before me, to my profound dismay and disappointment, lay the de-iced asphalt of the sidewalk. A man walked ahead, liberally sprinkling the way with hard blue crystals of salt. As I walked, each crunch of sodium chloride and every easy step on firm, dry pavement sent a reflexive shudder shivering up my spine.

Critic’s Review: D-Hall Egg Chefs

By Carter Ottele

When the B&S invited me to return to the Grinnell College Dining Hall, I was elated.

Over a year prior, I had dined at The Roller Grill, an elegant, fast-casual project that merges nostalgically familiar flavors with fresh presentation, innovative decor, and sparkling wit. I returned therefore to the Dining Hall (deemed “D-Hall” by the sharp-tongued patrons of the local fine dining community) eager to reembark upon my journey of gastronomic discovery at a separate restaurant within the same food court: The Egg Station.

Defying Gravity Affinity Space

By Elke Calhoun

Dear students, faculty, staff, gleeks, and freaks:

I write today to affirm our community. The recent releases in the media arts have had an enormous impact on all of us. I would also like to keep Kurt Hummel, Arianators, and those in queer media in our thoughts, as the repercussions of the Wicked movie will be particularly felt throughout their brainrot gay stan communities. 

Writers@Grinnell: Burling 4th Bathroom Poet

By Josh Emrys Payong

BURLING LIBRARY—Poet, activist, new world thinker—many labels apply to the Burling 4th bathroom poet (real name B. B. Bummings, he/they), who recently revealed their identity at the most popular Writers@Grinnell event hosted since the D-Hall Baby Meet & Greet in 1982 for the release of his debut novel, The Galley Boys. Bummings, who was unanimously declared the Distinguished Author for the 2024/2025 academic year, hosted a reading of his widely acclaimed work, Am I The Shit or The Shitter? A Collection of Library Ruminations.

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