Sometimes you’re in love on Valentine’s Day. Sometimes you’re not. Here’s a playlist for the ambiguous space that exists in between. WRMC General Manager Maddy Goodhart (’19) loves flowering trees and watching big sheets of ice slide off of roofs and shatter . She cohosts a show called Please Return My Wheelbarrow alongside Walker Stewart… Read More
light as a feather stiff as a board. light as a feather stiff as a board. light as a feather stiff as a board. light as a feather stiff as a board. light as a feather stiff as a board. light as a feather stiff as a board. light as a feather stiff as a board. light as a feather stiff as… Read More
And we’re back, panthers! Whether it’s your first year photographing the sunset behind BiHall or your last, you’re still gonna realize that it doesn’t look the same on your phone. The crush lists of yesteryear have long since been recycled and we’re on to a whole new season of proctor crushes. Maybe you can invite… Read More
Hi friends! I’m Maddy (she/her) and I’m gonna be your General Manager this 2018-19 school year. I’m originally from Newburyport, MA, but this summer I’m living in Middlebury and leaning into my rural alter ego with a vengeance. By day I work at the station, where Noah Sauer and I can usually be found in… Read More
The air has burned at over 90 degrees for five days straight and a lack of fluctuation blurs the distinction between night and day. Heat rises, and if you ascend the staircase to your bedroom the warmth just hangs heavier. Normalcy is no longer an option. Rub peppermint oil on your wrists and drive up… Read More
It’s summer again in the Champlain Valley! It’s time to swim in crystal clear rivers and revive the search for the ultimate maple creeme. Whether you’re being lawful and sleeping in your your designated residence or performing a stakeout on the floor of one of Middlebury’s air conditioned academic buildings, WRMC supports your cause. Here’s… Read More
club kid mating calls of the early 2000s You step down off the doorstep and onto the narrow sidewalk as soon as the sun sets. The sky hovers at a deep blue, and the multicolored lights from street reflect off your heavily bleached hair. You pull the fur-lined hood of your jacket over your head… Read More
