“I’m getting those chicken wings, no matter what.” It was National Chicken Wing Day 2023 and Buffalo Wild Wings’ was offering one free order of wings for all customers. With such a lucrative...

As an eight-year-old, I loved the same video games most other kids loved — open-world, role-playing games, such as “Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.” These games helped me escape the daily routine...

It took me longer than most to say my first words. In fact, it took so long that my father believed I was simply incapable of talking. Today, anyone who knows me is blessed (or cursed, depending on how...

“I’m going to learn Chinese.”  I stood up, crossed the room to my computer and clicked “Chinese 1” under the electives tab on my course selection form. My mom looked at me, and I could see...

“Most people don’t get in,” I reminded myself, silently preparing for failure as my computer screen loaded with a status update from my dream college. A moment passed, and a letter with my application...

Every morning I wake up, there is blood on my bed sheets. That metallic tang fills my nostrils and lungs every time I open my eyes. I look at my arms and feel my neck. There is viscous red liquid seeping...

As a child, my portraits always appeared a little funny. There was this certain awkward aura that my eight-year-old self emanated at every snap of the lens. Whether it was my inability to smile properly...

Now presenting… ‘A Bill to Extend Paid Maternity Leave.’ May the negation please speak? I didn’t want to be there. I was forced to refute (or in debate jargon, negate) this bill. Yet, I still...

I’ve always been extremely introverted. Talking to people has never come naturally to me and it resulted in a consistent insecurity that I didn’t know how to deal with. For most of my life, that insecurity...

Dear Trisha, We were both kids when our mother died. Despite this, you took a proactive role in filling the seemingly endless void that emerged as a result of this loss: you never had to dye my hair...

I hated cross country. I hated the sharp burning in my lungs each time I breathed. I hated the cramps and the stiffness in my muscles after each race. I hated the nausea that emerged as I became more...

I can’t remember the last time I did something without overthinking it. Thinking “why would I do this” and “what could happen” and “what did they think” is, to me, as much a part of completing...