Gambier Ink: Tattoos Around Campus, Part XIII


Henry Williams ’19:

“I work at a summer camp called Hidden Hollow near Mansfield. I started going there when I was thirteen, and I was having a really fun week. But at the end of the week, there’s a dance. This was the fifth week of the camping season, so the last week. At this particular dance, what I didn’t know, is that everyone starts crying, literally everyone. Naturally I too started crying, and I didn’t understand why. But nonetheless, I was crying, and it was a weird, cleansing kind of crying. So at the end, I felt compelled to go to the program director of the summer camp, and I asked him, ‘Mr. Casy, why am I crying?’ which, in retrospect, is a really dumb question, but I still asked him. And he told me that crying is just the soul asking for water.Over the course of the next two years as a camper and being a counselor for four years now has grown to mean quite a bit to me. So on my third year on staff, Mr. Casy came back to DJ the dance. So after we put all of our kids to bed, I went up to him and asked him if he could explain this thing he said to me.

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Gambier Ink: Tattoos Around Campus, Part XII

Laura Phillips ’19
I got this tat the day I turned 18, mainly because it was the best rebellion my all-girls Catholic high school mind could fathom. My best friend and I, having the same birthday, met up at this mediocre shop in the center of Portland and told them to have at it. We gave them an idea of what we wanted, of course, but didn’t think about it long enough to have it truly mean anything.
Fast forward to this past summer — I am living in a tent in the Sierra mountains, working maybe the worst job I will ever have, and, despite it all, growing in a way I never have before. This summer I learned about friendship and hardship and taking chances. This summer I learned about comfort and discomfort and the little things. This summer, I learned about love — of myself and of others — and the Sierras gave that to me.
No, I did not know what this little mountain range on my wrist meant when I got it, but I sure do now.

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Gambier Ink: Tattoos Around Campus, Part XI

Isabel Landers Tattoo

Isabel Landers ’18

I got a rose because Rose is my middle name, and I really like the flower. One of my brothers and my sister thought it was fake when I showed them, I guess because of the watercolor. My other brother found out I got a tattoo from my dad so he didn’t have any trouble believing me, although he did kind of rib me for not telling him in the first place.

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Gambier Ink: Tattoos Around Campus X


“It’s my first tattoo (but definitely not my last), and I wanted to get something small but visible that meant a lot to me. I got it about a month ago, but I had been planning on getting this one for over a year. The four triangles, in order, represent earth, fire, water, and air. I really love the idea of beauty and peace in balance, and nature has always been a big part of who I am. Being able to look down at my wrist and see the triangles is a pleasant reminder about the importance of maintaining balance, but also that there is this big, beautiful, natural world out there. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sometimes make me think about Avatar: The Last Airbender, but that’s not the intended purpose of it. Just a welcome bonus.”

-Annie Devine, ’18

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Gambier Ink: Tattoos Around Campus IX


I worked at a Quaker camp this summer and my co-worker sketched my tattoo for me. It’s a bay leaf, which is a seasoning spice. In Quaker tradition, the values are outlined by the acronym SPICES: Simplicity, Peace, Integrity, Community, Equality, and Stewardship. It serves as a reminder for simplicity and also for a place and a community that mean so much to me. -Meredith Awalt ’19

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