I stare at a mirror for an hour, three times a week. Twenty-three women stand around me. In the reflection, I see no ages, no religions, no ethnicities, no labels. The music starts. We dance. After treadmills and dumbbells became monotonous to me, I decided to participate in the Zumba fitness classes offered at my gym. Entering the dance studio, I stared at my infinite reflections in the mirror walls, unaware that the class would offer me much more than...

As I’m about to leave Weinstein Hall for my morning jog, I grab a Razzmatazz Smoothie from Jamba Juice—one of the benefits of having a food court within the building. After a few laps around Washington Square Park, my watch beeps: it is time for a shower before my 9 a.m. Sustainable Cities course. Heading to the subway on Eighth Street, I bump into Professor Kristen Day. Familiar with my love for travel (I can ramble on incessantly),...

As I scrambled out of the artificial river, I gazed at the whirlwind of intertwining rides that awaited me, only to find that my “life-changing experience”, as the waterpark advertisement stated, did not consist of plunging drops or terrifying twists. Looking for a towel to dry my wet hair, I entered the women’s bathroom. Inside was a group of eleven girls wearing matching t-shirts with a red and black logo on the back. Initially, I thought they were on...