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The President has shown, once again, that he’s willing to do whatever it takes (even if it means putting the well-being of more than a million immigrants on the line) to get what he wants.
Bisexual people have trouble finding their place in straight circles without being fetishized or objectified, and in LGBTQ spaces they are thought of as only partially queer. As a result, I usually feel uncomfortable in my own skin no matter where I am.
On FaceTime with a friend from high school, right after an Instagram official couple post on my part, she teased me, “What happened to ‘I hate labels, relationships are a burden, freshman year is for the girls’ Kaliyah?”
As someone who can’t go to a single frat party without hearing at least one Kanye song, I am concerned about supporting him and his music, for multiple reasons.
In the first weeks on campus, I watched my friends swept up in a flurry of recruiting sessions, auditions, BYOs, and GBMs for organizations with every abbreviation known to man.
Trump’s decision to label himself a nationalist and tout xenophobic conspiracy theories in the days leading up to the midterm elections is a pathetic effort to drum up support from fringe elements of our country whose support played a role in carrying him to the presidency.
What started off as a nagging feeling of insufficiency a few months into freshman year has gradually turned into resounding self-confidence and unequivocal decision-making.
The pressures of OCR and landing these internships and jobs have created an incredibly toxic environment for upperclassmen who are right in the thick of it.
A state or district politician gains approval by reaching out to seniors on their birthday, responding to complaints about potholes, you know … the boring stuff, the bugs in the system.