by Elaine Lou The first thing I noticed when I got off the plane was the ubiquitous English translation on every Chinese sign. Granted, that’s probably because I was still at Shanghai International Airport. But throughout my stay, I was repeatedly surprised at every English translation I didn’t expect on a menu or a signpost…
Category: Personal Essays
The November movement from a freshman perspective
by Laura Plata Wandering around campus in a slightly too large parka during Bulldog days, I remember entering La Casa and feeling slightly bashful from the overwhelming response I received from the students there. The joy on their faces to hear that I was an admitted student was only slightly less than their excitement to…
When We Were Children of Color
by Jessica Yuan, YC’15 When I was in elementary school, I thought it was normal when other kids would pull their eyes into slits at me. I did it back because I thought it was a game, like a high five or secret friendship handshake. There was also the one where you pulled your eyelids…
Fuck the Feelings
by Alejandra Padín-Dujon There are too many problems in Erika Christakis’ Halloween email for me to name, so I will not try. Instead, I want to draw your attention to one glaring problem that has been sadly, criminally overlooked. THIS IS NOT AN ISSUE OF FEELINGS. To avoid any confusion, let me qualify this statement. Under…
Feminism Out of Context: I’m Still Waiting for the 4th Wave
My freshman year, I signed up to take a freshman seminar called “Feminism, Racism, Gender, and Sexuality” because I had never thought of these four terms in conjunction with one another. By the fourth class meeting, I realized that this class was a safe space for me to speak about my own experiences as a…