“Love my Grinnell-in-D.C. crew!”
“I well remember the Siberian Polar Vortex winters at Grinnell College in the latter part of the 1970s. The temperature was occasionally 40 below, where the scales cross. I realized this when, years later, I was talking about this with a co-worker from Siberia.”
“When you find new Grinnell College alumni working at the hospital with you by returning a page and the phone being answered with ‘GC Pride.’”
“Whether raised fists or dropped knees, protests by prominent African American athletes command our attention — and highlight our division — as the same conversation of racial injustice continues.”
Unpacking books, I found my history of women in the U.S. collection. Before Grinnell College, I did not realize I’d grown up in a sexist and patriarchal society. Nor did I understand that women’s stories, struggles, and experiences could be subjects of enquiry and study.
10 years ago, my first year at Grinnell College, sitting with the people who have become my dearest friends in the world, crying and cheering and realizing the gravity of the moment. We had all voted for the first time. It’s hard to describe how we felt!
“Proud Pioneer alum! Love seeing young men at Grinnell have success both on and off the football field. Congrats, Ryan!”
Finally branded my car so other Grinnellians can spot me in the wild.
Can you imagine a situation without NATO where anyone would pay attention to what the Belgians think about anything?
A common motivational trope that gives meaning to our lives as teachers is that our legacy lives on through our students.