Introspection

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Introspection

The Word: Veteran

And in real life, my grandpa is a hero.

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Endpaper: Back Home in Manchuria

“Dongbei people are cu,” I’ve heard—“thick,” unrefined. I liked to fancy we were a little Visigothic, or akin to the Wildlings in “Game of Thrones.”

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Introspection

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Zoe Rosenthal
Introspection

Zoe Rosenthal

Zoe Rosenthal
Love

Modern Love: We All Have Our Secrets. Here's Mine.

Though they are nearly invisible and technologically advanced, my hearing aids fail to adjust to this romantic setting.

Cordelia F. Mendez
College

Endpaper: My Fairytale Ending

At some point, perhaps halfway through college, I realized I didn’t need to fall head over heels in love because I already was in love.

Modern Love Uncharted Territory
Introspection

Modern Love Uncharted Territory

Modern Love Uncharted Territory
Introspection

Modern Love: Uncharted Territory

We were lying in my bed and I began to feel an urge to run away.

The Word: Belief
Introspection

The Word: Belief

Annie Harvieux
Columns

A Vieux From the Trees: You're Not You When You're ________

After 21 years in my own body and mind, I know some basic things I need to function best: six to eight hours of sleep, breakfast, comfortable clothes and footwear, my prescribed meds for depression and asthma, feeling respected by my co-workers, a balance of social time and solitude, a healthy level of engagement in tasks.

The Word: Belief
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The Word: Belief

No matter how I change over the next few years, I’ll carry with me the fundamental memories that help me define and believe in who I am.

Olivia Munk
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Consider the Punster

As I’m no Shakespeare, my puns are rarely granted more than a groan, sigh, head smack, or a less-than-occasional “get out.” For as long as I can remember, my relentless punning has been a running joke among my friends.

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Introspection

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Bailey Trela
Columns

How to Trela Tale: A Non­existent Problem

With discontent among non­existent professors affecting our campus climate in absolutely no way, I recently made my way to Professor McClure’s office in order to get to the bottom of this non­issue.

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Endpaper: The Boy at the Door

If my mom was known for anything, it was for her love of telling stories.