Burst the Bubble
College is both transitory and transcendental; everyone at Emory is interconnected because we are all students at this institution – and that’s where the similarities end. Dichotomies persist in our individual experiences: Oxford and the Atlanta campus, being a white student or a student of color, living on campus off, staying in Decatur for all four years or making Atlanta a larger part of your time here.
“The Emory Bubble” is a phrase that denotes our insular community, but it also refers to each of our insular lives. It is difficult to assimilate to college, and even more difficult to understand how many diverse lives are unfolding across the same campus, during the same time frame. We operate in bubbles, and change and grow through bursting them.
In bursting our own individual bubbles, seeking to write about the specific people, places, and experiences that mark our time at Emory, we hope that this project takes a step in bursting the collective Emory Bubble that maintains the separation of communities, practices, and people.
– Saanvi Nayar, Opinion Editor
Written by Saanvi Nayar
Part of why I proposed this project was because personal narratives, regardless of their subject matter, automatically burst bubbles by demanding vulnerability.
Written by Pierce McDade
It is as if some force brings people together, time slows down and you can reach out and touch the tiny strings that connect us all.
Written by Sara Pérez
Here, we are interconnected by our shared enrollment at Emory, but we all have different stories, backgrounds and customs.
Written by Ellie Fivas
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.
Written by Alexandra Kauffman
The urge to create, shape words like clay leaving behind the contour of my fingerprints, is an insatiable hunger.
Written by Aja Moore
Coming to Emory has allowed me to see the detrimental psychosocial effects “be safe” has had on me and my community.
Written by Safa Wahidi
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.
Written by Lola McGuire
My unique position as a low-income student has amplified the gratitude I feel for Emory, and I should not discredit my love for the Emory community simply because my experience is not shared with as many people.
Written by Sophia Ling
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.
Written by Sabrina Lane
The small surprises are what make my college experience worth it. Maybe I should embrace them.
Written by Anika Banerjee
Existing in our surroundings and pausing our external selves for just 10 minutes is still progress.
Written by Eliana Liporace
As I reflect on my first six months at Emory, I am struck by the profound impact the school has had on my journey of self-discovery.
Written by Nicole Rivkin
A letter she wrote me is the one thing I brought from home to place on my dorm wall.
Written by Abby Charak
I no longer feel that I must forget my family history at Emory to make an individual mark on Emory’s campus. Instead, I see it as something that sets me apart.
Written by Sophia Peyser
Write when you feel community, companionship and love.
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