Category: Reflections

Following Up to “Maria”

“I hope that this article will create a space for more conversations about this topic, as I think it is long overdue.”

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Mister Death’s Blue-Eyed Boy

Finding faith at Princeton.

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A Trip to the Orangerie

“In many ways my trip thus far had been haunted by Benjamin; every glimpse of the underground Metro lights, the carefully planned streets, the dimly lit bookstores brought some passage, some fragment of prose from his works to mind.”

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Dear April, May, June, July

“At the end of July, I think I am waiting for time itself to act, to catch up with itself, to wake us up again.”

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Persistence Hunting

A chronicle of one student’s misplaced bicycle.

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The Inheritance of Guilt

My father’s father flew free from the depths of the Russian Empire as an infant, for sticks and stones and angry Christians drove his family out. It was in 1916 or maybe 1917.

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Flying Standby

She said that if she happened to miss her plane, she would be comforted to know that
at least someone else would be able to fly in her place. She would love for her misfortune to become another’s relief. Her space was not wasted.

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I Am Not What I Be

“I’m NOT!” I bellow. Not going to school, that is. My homework isn’t done, it’s already 9 am (school started at 8), and I’ve yet to shower. But my mother is up and worried, and my father is done yelling, and I’m about to break. Soon, I’ll remove myself from self-isolation and go down to breakfast. I’ll wash my face, talk to my father, and head to fourth period photography.

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Take a Leave of Absence: It’s Easier Than You Think

A Nass writer investigates why and how students take leaves—and what it’s like to be gone.

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Peaches and Penumbras

Independent life and the lesson of Ginsberg.

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The Meaning of Life According to My Inbox

Recently, my email account has doubled as my journal. I can’t stop writing emails. Not the usual, 10-liner, meeting set-up emails, but lengthy, rambling, floods of words in which I entirely reveal my personal vulnerabilities to recipients I have never … Read More

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We Added 200 Strangers on BeReal, and We’re Never Opening the App Again

“Hypothesis: people our age around the world are alone during a significant portion of their waking hours. And hypothetically, BeReal is the perfect observational device.”

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