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​Why Wonder?

Wonder—and the beauty and community which bring it about—might not be what Harvard students want, but it is what we need.

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Italian Company for the Night

Just as Mother Nature can bring both destructive hurricanes and drought-ending rains, transformations of societal conventions bring both positive and misguided shifts in cultural normalcy.

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Performing Yellowness

Your yellowness was not what you believed it was. It was not and had never been timidity or ineloquence, inability or servitude. Instead, it was your own unwillingness to look at yourself.

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​Écosse

My patriotism doesn’t match my passport. I may be cosmopolitan, but above that: I’m Scottish.

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​We the Meritocracy

In between all the my-god-please-learn-how-to-suck-it-up fits, there were more than enough moments where I couldn’t help thinking bitterly that the expectations being put onto them were unreasonably high.

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Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus

Feminism, therefore, is about empowering people to make their own choices, rather than the choices that society has already made for them.

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The Language of Academia

While we fight to make the language of academia equitable for everyone, we must keep reading, writing, and thriving in the languages we already own.​

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Quiet Train and Roaring Earth

Nevertheless, during this politically derisive and hostile season, rescuing the National Park Service may be the moonshot we need to rediscover our common thread as Americans.

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What You Knew

But in all my confidence that privilege would fall, I had forgotten about blood, how it could leave a country in coma. My thoughts were abstracted because I was removed.

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​Golden Apples and Chocolate Buttons

I imagine, when it comes to myth and fairytale, the most ordinary of ordinary people has as much a right to speak as an expert. So as a child of (mostly) the West, all I know is that in fairy tales, things come in groups of three:

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Black and Brown Bodies

Black lives matter and until people begin to realize that, I will stand by you to form a resilient, indestructible wall of black and brown bodies.

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​To Those Who Made Me Cry

I might have been alone, but my race is not a race of one.

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Just Listen

A real story appends a lifetime of experiences into a single network of moral, political and religious beliefs, as well as fears and unanswered questions. In moments of incertitude and courage, it reveals itself chapter by chapter.

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Asians, Girls, and Hip-Hop

The girls’ pain was so loud it felt fake, like Taylor Swift songs and Tumblr. I wasn’t used to a hurt that dissolved, motionless. The hurt I knew about was so busy you could barely see it through the music.

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How I Met My Roommate

Wonder is a beautiful thing—a deeply human thing. And if you look, you can find it anywhere—even in ordinary situations, and even at Harvard.