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Word on the Street

Two White Horses

When music becomes memory...

by WALDEN GREEN

My Time at Habitat for Humanity

After a year of social isolation, my part-time job reminded me what it means to be human.

by PEYTON TOUPS

Sharing the Burden

Why everyone needs to pick up the slack when it comes to sexual assault

by ANONYMOUS

A Dialogue on Grieving 'Anti–Asian Violence'

Kingsley Song and Sudeep Bhargava, the chair and vice chair of the Asian Pacific Student Coalition, reflect on grieving and the ongoing violence towards the Asian community. 

by SUDEEP BHARGAVA and KINGSLEY SONG

Lying Isn't a Part of My Personality—It's an Escape From It

Growing up means evolving past the desire to live a picturesque story. 

by MEHEK BOPARAI

Sitting On a Bench With a Stranger

He was my soulmate—until we met.

by JULIA KAFOZOFF

Charmed by Cartoons

My favorite shows are rated TV–Y7.

by RACHEL SWYM

Not Measuring Up: Fighting Food Shame and Self–Blame During COVID–19

The search for sanity during my first year of college has never felt lonelier. 

by GABRIELLA RAFFETTO

I Spent Years Downplaying My Experiences With Anti–Asian Racism. Not Anymore.

A (far from comprehensive) list of times I’ve felt like a foreigner and a caricature

by CHELSEY ZHU

My Body, My Insecurity

 How I tumbled down the rabbit hole of body insecurity

by JULIA ESPOSITO

Regretting My Return to Campus

I've struggled with unmet expectations for my first year of college.

by ANONYMOUS

I’m Allergic to the Cold. No, I’m Not Kidding.

How I’ve grown into having an unusual allergy

by JULIA ESPOSITO

Taken by the Tides

How my family's neighborhood became a ghost town

by ANNE LALLY

‘Sobremesas’ at an Empty Table

 Moving to America and missing home in a year of isolation

by HERTHA TORRE GALLEGO

When Stories Grow Claws

I was the victim in my story, the villain in his. Part of growing up is acknowledging the harm I’ve caused. 

by ANONYMOUS

Spencer

Learning to be still with the help of man's best friend

by ELIANA DOFT

Day 62: A Love Letter

Finding pleasure in seven–minute walks, pancakes, and number theory.

by ANONYMOUS

My Friend, Will Shortz, and I

A friendship traced through a New York Times Crossword streak.

by KATHRYN XU

A Love Letter to My Quarantine Coping Mechanism

Thank you, 'sanity walks.' You've helped make this year suck less. 

by EVA INGBER

Songs I Carry for My Dad

When my own words were gone, I sang for him.

by JULIA MITCHELL

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