The brown bag split, and a cascade of clothes and textbooks tumbled to the ground in front of the school bus. I quickly dropped to my knees, scrambling to pick up my stuff and get out of the way before a herd of kids trampled me and my clothes. As I shuffled over to the steps, hunched over trying to keep my clothes in my hands, someone tapped me on the shoulder. As I turned around, my heart sank and...

Since my freshman year of high school, I have known that I want to be involved in the world around me. Not only is the international arena exciting and stimulating, it is also incredibly important. The issues that I have learned so much about through Model United Nations were not created for the purpose of our club; they are tragically real. Whether it is the voices being silenced in Africa or the women being illegally trafficked in South America, the...

I hate Jack Kerouac. True, burning hatred. In fact, just the mention of his name makes my pulse race and my blood pressure begin to rise. There are very few dead men who inspire such strong feelings, but Kerouac is a special case. In the winter of my junior year, my English teacher announced a semester long "author project," in which each of us, with a partner, would select an author to study intensively. Over the course of the semester,...

When I was a freshman, my Model United Nations club came to Brown for a conference. From the first day on the campus, I was enamored with the school-the beautiful campus, the warm atmosphere, and the friendly, engaging and interesting students who ran the conference. By the time we left, I was hooked on the school. I peppered my mom (an alum) with questions about her years at Brown, and became more and more excited as she told me about...