Leaving our SMUDDge: A Reflection on Senior Year

“Hey, do mine next!” My senior friends eagerly cram around my classmate, who has learned a bit about palm reading for our art class. They shove their palms towards her face, laughing about what their hands allegedly predict about their future and personality traits. Though they know better than to take the length of their life line and the size of their thumb divisions seriously, hearing some prediction about the future is comforting to a Mudd senior at this point in the school year. Continue reading Leaving our SMUDDge: A Reflection on Senior Year