Stepping off the plane to Ecuador, I was surrounded by barriers. As the other passengers and I walked down the ramp leading to the terminal, we faced an obstacle course of fences, construction tape, and “No Entre” (“Do Not Enter”) signs that we had to carefully dodge to reach the baggage claim. Finally past the maze of obstructions, I found myself wishing for a clearer path to my destination...
When I made the varsity basketball team in high school, I couldn’t have been more excited. Basketball was something that I had always enjoyed—and moreover, something I had always done. After nine years of playing on recreational, competitive, and school teams, it was a routine part of my life, and something I never imagined giving up...
Dear future roommate,I'm glad our past choices eventually led us to cross paths here. I often imagine my own past as a forest path blanketed with choices and layered like the scarlet and gold embellishing of a robust autumn. Choices are quite beautiful to me, so I hate to see faded pasts littered with choices that have been scattered by indecision and spontaneity...
Two years ago, I made the choice to step away from the lemonade stand business. At the time, I was playing so much tennis that I broke strings weekly, and they were such a hassle to string at Sports Authority. When my parents offered to buy me a stringing machine if I earned half of the cost back by stringing for others, I shook and took the deal...
一把椅子 (A Chair)“Louie to the sixth”, “Louie, Louie, Louie”, and “Littlest Louie” are familiar appellations I have become accustomed to throughout school. This is to be expected when you are the youngest of six who have traversed the same elementary and high schools. Coming from a large household with a blend of Chinese and Jamaican cultures with siblings who attended renowned colleges, I was expected to fit into the “cookie-cutter” mold of my familial upbringing...
Many have said that college years are "the best time of your life." I found this hard to believe until my brother continuously raved on about the "Social Ivy" and all its glory. After doing some in-depth research, I was immediately slack-jawed. From the Quakers sports teams, to the notoriety research programs, and the wealth of diverse of classes, I immediately knew that yes, my college career will be the best time of my life if spent at UPenn...
A roar of voices pierces the misty spring morning air. My fingers clutch one end of the cardboard sign that reads “No Blood for Oil” in thick red paint still damp from this morning’s hasty construction. Though it is only nine o’clock in the morning, the normally sleepy streets of downtown Santa Cruz are already alive with the hundreds of protesters resolutely making their way toward Pacific Avenue...
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