Three auditions, three days, no callbacks. I failed, and it hurt.
We all must strive to be allies to those who have suffered, even when it is difficult. If we build networks of support, we can tear down the isolation and silence that perpetuate this epidemic.
At Harvard, especially because the vast majority of students live in on-campus housing, it’s nearly impossible to feel like you’re going home at the end of the day.
Maybe we can broaden the definition of “woke” to include these characteristics from both sides of the political spectrum, but until then I remain contently un-woke.
If we all want to be the best, do the most, and score the highest, we leave little room to admit our faults, our failures, and our fears.