In search of a sense of belonging and identity, I fell in love with chasing after a disc as quickly as I got shin splints and with the same passion I once had writing and editing for this paper.
Read MoreI struggle with being vulnerable in front of others and mourn moments of self-perceived weakness. Yet the wonderful thing about this world is its ability to fully transform perspectives at the opening of a door. Last November, I entered a prison for the first time. A prison is one of those things that, until I saw and felt it, was hard for me to conceptualize its existence in the world where I also live.
Read MoreThe small surprises are what make my college experience worth it. Maybe I should embrace them.
Read MoreThe urge to create, shape words like clay leaving behind the contour of my fingerprints, is an insatiable hunger. I have felt it gnawing at me since I was old enough to scribble letters with crayon.
Read MoreThere is intentionality that comes with bursting any bubble, whether it is choosing to go on a first date or apply to an experience or take a class. Part of why I proposed this project was because personal narratives, regardless of their subject matter, automatically burst bubbles by demanding vulnerability. And yet, reflecting on every side quest I have entertained this year, I cannot help but feel anxious. I am stepping back from an editing position at the Wheel, despite journalism being my longest side quest since middle school, because I want to deepen my exploration in the field of public health.
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