“Hidden Figures” is a testimony to the struggle of women of color and how important it is to have a strong support system behind you every step of the way. Read on
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There I was, on a Greyhound bus leaving Union Station in Washington, D.C., with so many emotions swirling in my mind. I could not believe was actually leaving The Mecca — Howard University. Read on
It all felt so real, yelling with others in the cold, November air, our voices surrounded in small clouds of heat and breath. To voice opinions and emotions I had pent up inside for so long was the best feeling in the world, and I could tell I was not the only one having such an experience. Read on
I attend The George Washington University in Washington D.C., and my dorm room is only a few blocks away from the White House. I find myself steering away from the political scene before it chokes me. Read on
I didn’t have much love for Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton, so it felt like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Despite my lack of faith in either of them, I decided to vote anyway. Read on
On Oct. 31, my grandparents, parents and I all went to the polls to cast our first-ever ballots and fulfill our civic duties as Americans, family-style. Read on
