Today, I learned our school has little respect for us and our administrators made a choice to alienate themselves from the students they are supposed to serve and protect. Read on
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I gave the lady my address — not that it was any of her business. It didn’t seem like a crime to want to talk to one of my only good friends on this side of town. Read on
I can't even count the number of college applications I filled out yet never submitted due to my paralyzing fear of feeling I wasn't good enough. Read on
After embracing my authentic self during the span of an academic year, I packed my bags to head home — and, with my clothes, conditionally put away a part of myself. Read on
I could hardly sit still in my seat on my flight to Spain. Once I got there, I often thought of the Latino and Hispanic people back home in America — and how some Americans mistreat them due to the language barrier. Read on
“What do you take medicine for, Kaleb?” Everyone darted their eyes my way. “I have HIV.” I had swallowed all that stigma along with my pill. Read on