Earlier this past week, I had to write an essay (the horror!). I know, I am a literature minor, and I knew I would have to face this hurdle sooner or later.
Posts published in “Opinion”
Hello, fellow foodies! I’ve been exploring town in search of the perfect hidden cafe, and along the way, I’ve slightly rekindled my old affection for coffee.
As a mathematician who tries to keep up with politics regularly, it may come as a surprise that I am not a huge fan of political polling.
There’s this quiet panic that creeps up around March of freshman year or now for upper classmen. The sense that everyone has their summer figured out except you.
Growing up in a South Asian household, there were no shortages of gatherings, functions, and celebrations. I quite enjoyed these events where people came together and enjoyed amazing food.
I was sitting in my Psychology of Happiness class when out of nowhere my screen went black. Not thinking anything of it, I tried to wake up my computer by moving my cursor and nothing happened, so I tried powering it back on.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know that the new album, The Life of a Showgirl by Taylor Swift, was released on October 3.
When two young missionaries knock on the wrong door and end up in a seemingly charming man’s home, the horrors they face are not only physical but existential.
When I was little, I used to watch my mom press a small red bindi to the center of her forehead before leaving the house.
“Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.”
This quote from the book Tuesdays with Morrie, by Mitch Albom, made something I’d been wondering about finally click.