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In the morning she might ease Groot, a rescued coati (it’s in the raccoon family) that could not be introduced into the wild, into his harness to meet a second-grade class. In the afternoon, she could be with her team at a construction site to relocate a nest of burrowing owls.

Resident Advisors (RAs) have a lot of responsibility, acting as peer counselors and leaders in the residence halls. But this year they added another task to their duties – serving as social directors during a time when COVID-19 restrictions limited gatherings and interaction among students. Hamilton RAs proved to be up to the task, planning and orchestrating a variety of programs for residents throughout the semester. For example, Desiree Pico’22, an RA in Minor, held a program called “Let’s Start from Scratch!”

“Activism through creative expression and art.” That’s how chair Lea Barros ’22 describes the Feminists of Color Collective (FCC), which is celebrating its 10th anniversary this year.

See how Professor of Geosciences Barb Tewksbury revamped her classroom to accommodate students, both on-campus and remote.

As Frank Alkyer, publisher of Downbeat magazine, notes: “The Fillius Jazz Archive [has] been doing righteous work for a quarter century.”

“Professor Balkan goes above and beyond to help his students engage in the classroom, on campus, and in the local community.”

Hamilton College President David Wippman announced the death of Life Trustee Drew Days ‘63 in an email to the Hamilton community on Nov. 16

Assistant Professor of Government Erica De Bruin, Professor of Economics Ann Owen, and Director of Orientation and First-year Programs Tessa Chefalo appeared prominently in The Washington Post, American Public Media’s Marketplace, and The Chronicle of Higher Education, respectively, this month.

Defying naysayers, Robert S. Vidler, Sr., launched his five and dime in East Aurora, N.Y., in 1930, at the start of the Great Depression. The store continued to defy the times by surviving the depression and later the market trends that snuffed out dime stores across the country.

As dusk faded into darkness on a recent October night, words, illuminated in white light, trailed down an outer wall of the Kirner-Johnson Building, sending mysterious messages to those passing by. “Once I read in a children’s book that unicorns drink moonlight” and “Sorry our elephant orphanage has no vacancies.” What to make of it?