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Sam's Holiday/Winter Film Picks

Stardust: Danny Brown’s Digital Rebirth

Fall Festival

You will be remembered. The Tree of Life – An Insight into the Disastrous Results of Antisemitism

Sam's Best Movies to Watch to Get in the Fall Spirit

The Rise of Female Artists

Getting Killed: Geese’s Free-Willed Odyssey

Second Annual New Hampshire Book Festival

On the Trail: Mt. Major

Movie Review: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba - The Movie: Infinity Castle

This or that? Don’t overthink it: UNH Hosts Psychology Colloquium

Fall Fairs: A Tradition in New England

Album Review: Big Thief’s Double Infinity

Book Review: Blue Sisters by Coco Mellors

Wildcat Word Episode 6: It's a Bright Day to be a Wildcat!

Senior Farewell: Max Scheinblum

Column: Less talk, more action

Three sides to the story

One of my biggest pet peeves is when people speak about an issue they are not educated on.  I have always believed that, until I knew all sides to every story, I would not form an opinion, because an assumption based on only half of the facts is not a well crafted idea. There is a lot of news in this world, and between biases and other influences, it is so easy to see only one side of the story on almost every occasion.  Screw that. News is about educating yourself on every side of the story, and as the executive editor of The New Hampshire, I plan to stick to that mantra.

Your silence won’t protect you

On Tuesday, I attended the 25th annual LGBTQ+ Pancake Breakfast, which I also wrote an article about in today’s issue. The speaker, Professor Gary Bailey of Simmons College, carried messages of  acknowledging the importance of intersectional issues in today’s world, as well as reflecting on how these issues have been lost to history. As anyone who as in attendance of either the breakfast or the Kidder Lecture later that day knows, Bailey is an incredibly captivating, articulate and simply inspiring speaker.

Something to be proud of

As you can all probably imagine, I was not the most “normal” child in the world.  My go-to outfit in the sixth grade was knee-high socks, plaid bermuda shorts and a fedora, if that is any indication about what kind of 12-year-old I was.  It wasn’t really a secret that I was different. I mean, anyone with eyes could seek my brace-face smile and lime green plaid shorts from a mile away.  Kids in my class would usually laugh at me and poke fun, but I always smiled and said, “I know, right?! Aren’t these shorts so cool?” and walk away.