Sugar Hill to Atlanta: No place like home
These environments can — and often do — feel suffocating. But at Emory, we do what we can to break the bubbles and make homes where we can breathe.
Read MoreThese environments can — and often do — feel suffocating. But at Emory, we do what we can to break the bubbles and make homes where we can breathe.
Read MoreMy mother is deeply kind, but not very nice. Once, I cried to her because I felt ugly, and she told me that I wasn’t a supermodel anyway — that I must make peace with being average. On countless other occasions, I’ve called her...
Read MoreI think in English, but I feel in Spanish. I don’t have a single mother tongue, because I learned both as a child. But English and Spanish have always meant completely different things to me. English means assimilation and...
Read MoreI spent most of my first semester at Emory questioning if I was doing freshman year right. Were the friends I was making really lifelong connections? Was I going off campus enough? Was every course I took worth the years of hard...
Read MoreAfter my flight home to Virginia on Nov. 23, I woke up just before noon on Thanksgiving Day to...
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