My journey from Harvard dreams to Emory realities
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.
Read MoreAs 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.
Read MoreA close friend of mine, one I attribute with saving my life, took her own on April 4, 2021. She was 17 years old. A letter she wrote me is the one thing I brought from home to place on my dorm wall. Oxford lost one of its students a mere month before I stepped on campus. I never knew her.
Read MoreMy 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.
Read MoreIn 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 More