by Carlene Ervin I didn’t know that private schools existed. Within my sphere of knowledge in Oakland, CA of public and charter schools battling for state funding, private schools were a dreamland. For all I knew private schools were Hollywood’s inventions in order to sell the stories of rich kids’ childhood drama. Where I’m from,…
by Ana Barros To the Op-Eds I will read in the morning: I know there’s very little I can say that will make you understand. There are not enough tears, not enough poems, not enough instruments in the world to speak the language of my stomach on nights like this one. How do you describe…
by Alejandra Padín-Dujon Betsy Padín,“Tormenta Anunciada (de la serie Coordenadas).” Acrylic on canvas, 46″ x 60″, 2007. I feel vaguely uncomfortable as I sit on a bright couch at La Casa one cold, sunny Saturday, waiting to go on the inaugural Social Justice Tour of Fair Haven with a handful of other students, a local alderman,…
by Eshe Sherley Micah Jones and I are standing by a foldout table at Afro-American Cultural Center, better known as the House. She is the president of the Black Student Alliance at Yale, and I am her vice president and right-hand woman. We’re selling T-shirts to alumni at the House’s forty-fifth anniversary event. A woman,…
by Eugene Lim I was lathering shampoo into my hair when I froze, struck by an unwelcome thought. I rummaged through my sleep-deprived brain. It was the first day of Chinese New Year. Shit. I shut off the water and almost hopped out of the shower. For a few seconds I hovered over the threshold,…