I spent most of my formative years thinking of openers for my college admissions essays. I had this distaste for those who sought to build Ivy League reputations that was ironic, really, given that I was preoccupied with college in my own right. Read more...

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Two weeks ago, as I sat in the Daily Bruin office with tears of frustration streaming down my face, I thought I had an idea of how this column would go. Read more...

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I was stupid. Here’s why. When I first entered the Daily Bruin staff room during an open house my sophomore year, I embraced what had been a dream of mine: I was in an actual newsroom, a place I never figured I’d be during my collegiate career. Read more...

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I remember waiting last year for -30- column drafts to come in, and everyone would offer the same excuse: “It’s so hard, I don’t know what to write!” Now I’m three days past deadline and the new Opinion editor is badgering me to finish spewing whatever sentimental bullshit I’ve accumulated over the past four years. Read more...

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I drank chocolate milk at my first Daily Bruin party. Yes, I know how that sounds. Imagine someone trying to act cool with a red Solo cup filled with rich, silky chocolate milk. Read more...

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If you know my face or byline, you would know that I am a first-generation college student born to Mexican immigrants. You would know that I am bisexual and a feminist who loves the Earth. Read more...

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I am searching for the place where these past four years have disappeared to. As I stare at my commencement tickets, I’m speechless, unable to articulate the scale and depth of how much these past four whirlwind years mean to me. Read more...

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