Women’s athletes are finally getting the attention they deserve. The Iowa-South Carolina championship game in the 2024 NCAA women’s basketball tournament had record-breaking viewership, with 18.9 million...

In high school, every action I took weighed on me. Each small step seemed to have significant repercussions: picking the wrong classes, scoring too low on my tests, making a bad impression on teachers....

With less than a handful of weeks left to go in the semester, a few of you might question the timing of this piece on making new friends. Surely, there isn’t enough time to build anything significant...

Spring break opened my eyes to how little I still know about life in the United States. As I booked plane tickets to visit Florida with my mom, I envisioned admiring the palm trees, sipping on margaritas...

“It sucks! If I tripped and fell in that city, no one would care!” “And isn’t that great? You could trip and fall and NO ONE WOULD CARE!”  Living with five international girls means constantly...

As an athlete who went through the intensive recruiting process at Georgetown University, I can assure you that stereotypes about student-athletes being accepted solely to play a sport are simply untrue....

In elementary school, my father, younger sister and I often walked along the shoreline near our home. Several blocks from our house, a wooden dock extends several hundred yards into the water. When the...

There’s a lot of discourse on the upsides and ugliness of online dating in college, but here’s the truth — it’s here to stay. Pick your poison, fiends. For the meet-cute lovers, maybe the Marriage...

It can be challenging — and extremely stressful — to balance life as a student-athlete: practice, classes, studying, extracurriculars and even just spending time with friends. After all, there are...

Set hut! The ball is in the quarterback’s hands and a receiver is open downfield. The quarterback lets the ball fly but doesn’t see the defender. The ball is picked off. No one can catch the defender...

I remember this vividly, as if it were yesterday: A woman in a red dress crying on a rowdy street corner in Central London, a hostile-looking man shouting at her. As my boyfriend and I — two scared 19-year-olds...

I asked her out on a Friday night in junior year. It was 2 a.m. The words were painfully blinding even on my dimmed phone screen. I had spent the past week writing and rewriting my message. The drafts...