Category: Reflections

The Shtup of Whatever

Sort-of gay frosh week.

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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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Jew-ish: A Brief Reflection on Identity

A Nass writer reflects on his complicated relationship to his Jewish identity.

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Cynical Optimism

A writer probes the all-too-cheery world of an optimist.

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Blue Silver Linings

“Although seasonal, cost-ineffective, and often buggy and sweaty, few activities rank as highly as fruit picking.”

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Spectacular Deaths

2011 in deaths.

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October

“You didn’t talk to me today. And I suppose I didn’t say anything either. So I searched for an excuse for you to remember me, wondering what I could possibly ask.”

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My Grandma, Sex Psychiatrist

“The madame will be joining us soon. Her horse sprained his ankle on the journey down Second Avenue,” my grandpa said in a mock British accent. My grandpa is a writer, and jumps at opportunities to knit fantasy into everyday experience, be it with affected accents or outrageously butchered attempts at Mandarin.

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Notes on Engaging with Black Thought

I have started this piece many times. Each beginning featured a description of Professor Emeritus of African American Studies Cornel West and his entrance into McCosh 50.

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Solutions of the Spirit: Art Under Climate Threat

Advocating for art and creativity despite despair about the environment.

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How to Roadkill

Considering the effects of modernization, growing more thoughtful about consumption, and mourning roadkill.

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Last Summer

One time in Costa Rica my friends Laura and Tiffany and I trespassed through a farm to a nice little waterfall in the middle of the rainforest. It was fun to be in the rainforest without supervision. We walked through … Read More

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