Word on the Street
On Being Nobody
My mother taught me first to love books. Then, she taught me to love quietude.
Still Loving What I've Lost
While I outgrew childhood distractions, I never quite outgrew worrying.
Winning Essay: Love, Toolbox Child
Sometimes, love has calloused hands and rough edges.
Runner Up: Miles and Days
Drifting across contents, your love tethers me to home.
When Times Get Rough, Find Common Ground With Others
How our two different stories with CAPS group therapy intertwined
Weird Flex But Okay: Western Capitalist Culture Has Made Yoga Harmful
How capitalism's appropriation of yoga converted it from empowering to damaging.
Dodgeball Taught Me Everything I Need To Know About Confidence
How a summer tournament changed the way I approached my strategy to life and leadership.
Shaping My Own Judaism
How I started practicing my faith à la carte
I'm Done Waiting Around For Someone Else To Solve The Climate Change Problem
My long–time awareness of climate change didn't make me any less ignorant of it.
Living with Climate Change–Induced Hopelessness
How am I supposed to focus on anything when the threat of climate change hangs over my head?
Finding My Will to Fight For the Planet
My journey from climate guilt to climate action
Why the Best Ships Are Friendships
I couldn't imagine what my life would be like at Penn without club swimming, and I never plan on finding out.
After a Month, I'm Still Just A Little Bit Sick at Penn
How the common cold has become a more of a personality trait than a condition for me.
How My Fascination with Weddings Revealed My Family's Difficult History
After years of begging for proof of my parent's wedding, I learned the harsh reality as to why there wasn't any.
What Happened to Me Wasn't Like the Movies
I'm left imagining other worlds where my sexual assault experience never occurred.
Why I'm Going Back to Therapy
No major life event needs to happen in order to start routinely checking up on yourself.
Penn Was My Pipe Dream, So Why Didn't I Want To Leave Home?
There is a home for me in a city I had never visited, in a school where I didn’t think I belonged.
How I Learned To Love My Name
What started out as hatred for the name on my birth certificate grew into an untapped appreciation of who I am.
My Battle with My Racial Identity was More of a War
But it was my fight to win, and there was never any room for your microaggressions.
