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“All of this has reinforced my desire to become a print journalism” – Lucas
I SAT IN MY dad’s taxicab waiting for my sister, silently observing all the movement around me. I watched the overworked single moms walking to… Read More
“Music is powerful. As people listen to it, they can be affected. They respond.” —Ray Charles BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I push the buttons on the… Read More
DESTINATION: Liberia, West Africa. Travel distance: 7,690 miles. Mission accomplished. We arrived at Roberts International Airport around 11 p.m. After getting through customs, hailing a… Read More
AT 4 A.M., MOST TEENAGERS are usually sleeping in their cozy beds. I was 12 and wide awake. Memorizing the Quran. Even when my teacher… Read More
I STARE INTO the antique body-length mirror mounted on the wall in the bathroom. I examine the “flaws” I see in my seventh-grade self as… Read More
ABOUT TWO YEARS AGO, I was dorm-room shopping. I was moving out of the house for the fall semester. Saying goodbye to my parents. Meeting… Read More
IT FELT AS IF bandits had banned me from lead clarinetist in my high school band ensemble. I hadn’t expected it, because I thought I… Read More
I NERVOUSLY STEPPED through the classroom doorway with my father trailing behind me. I was 11 years old when I attended school for the first… Read More
“WHAT SIZE ARE your shoes?” the man asked. “What?” I turned to see the only person waiting at the bus stop. “Your shoes,” he said,… Read More
I LURCHED FORWARD in the backseat of my mom’s green minivan, restrained only by my seatbelt, so she could see me in her peripheral vision… Read More
“WE WANT ‘THUNDER Thighs’ on our team,” shouted a classmate. All the girls in gym class darted their eyes toward me. I had no words…. Read More
THERE SHE WAS, the woman who carried me in her womb with every inch and every muscle of her body for nine straight months, exasperated… Read More
IT WAS COLD. Freezing cold. Like the sub-zero temperatures of Antarctica. I use the pain as motivation to keep me going in the pool. I… Read More
THE BROOM BRUSHED the floor of the kitchen as my mom sighed. “Mom, do you need help with anything?” I ask. “No,” she responds in… Read More
I CAN FEEL my sweat-encased fingers stick to the keys. The rapid pounding of my heart resounds in my head. I hear the powerful boom… Read More
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