Over break, I ran out of money while applying to graduate schools and started selling plasma to manage the costs. Once that was done—the application fees and the transcript fees and the postage fees as well as all my other bills—I kept selling, and I
NO, WE CAN’T SEPARATE THE ART FROM THE ARTIST The old adage about looking at a product independently of its creator held a lot more water when the stakes were as low as being morally opposed to drugs but still having an urge to catch
HOMETOWN Small town America is a polarizing space. When small town also equals hometown, the phrase becomes even more charged. For some, small towns signify comfort, constancy, and a place that can’t be left behind. For others, it represents a vacuum. Stagnation. A place that
96,000 What would you do if you won the lottery? is becomes the central question of In the Heights’ first act, and every character hypothetically spends their $96,000 differently. One dreams of returning to the Dominican Republic, the very same country his parents left to
THE EYE OF THE STORM I lived in Tampa, Fl. for five years and uncountable hurricanes. Though we only suffered the calmer winds of Hurricane Katrina’s procession through the Gulf Coast, other storm systems hit us hard. Very hard. And still, my family never evacuated
CAPTURING THE MOMENT I took over 2,000 photos when I studied abroad in South Korea. Sometimes, people in my class would leave their cameras at the hostel to “be in the moment” for whichever sites we were visiting that day. I never shared that impulse.
TAKING A LEAP A dying heart must be stopped entirely before it can be restored to its natural rhythm. I learned this while becoming CPR certified for the annual Lynx Student Leadership Retreat, and as our instructor moved forward with the lesson, I was stuck thinking
The best and worst things in life often go hand-in-hand. It’s in our nature to compare and contrast, to hold up the top-tier while noting the bottom-dweller. Charles Dickens captured it eloquently in his opening to A Tale of Two Cities, with “It was the
In August 2015, I was given a new and unfamiliar task. In all of my time as a writer, I never had a platform all my own—especially not one that was published weekly and read by anyone. I’ve since cultivated an editorial voice in a
A year ago I questioned the existence of this paper: Our future was in the hands of student voters, many of which had never heard of the Sentry or the Advocate or Tivoli #345. We had to defend our cause amidst fighting for our sanity.