I am a self-proclaimed yapper. Give me any topic, and I could probably ramble on about it for hours — at least in front of my friends and family. As for the professor and teaching assistant (TA) who...
As a first-year student, I’ve been actively searching for opportunities on campus from an outsider’s perspective, seeking jobs and club connections. Coming in without the insider knowledge or networks...
Growing up in Wausau, Wis., events such as our annual Diwali Festival were especially important to me because, even in an area that was predominantly white, the energy of Indian culture could create an...
At the beginning of the fall season, when the air becomes crisp and the leaves start to lose their greenish hue, I indulge in my favorite annual tradition: a viewing of Wes Anderson’s “Fantastic Mr....
When I made the decision to come to Georgetown University intent on studying international political economy, I didn’t quite expect that my weeks would include curating children’s books, ordering fidget...
Despite its dreadful midtown traffic and sweat-scented subway cars, I love New York City for its gritty, adrenaline-inducing character. When I recently traveled there for the weekend, I was hoping to reconnect...
For my birthday last weekend, I received something unusual from one of my closest childhood friends: a picture of us, dated February 2011, posing onstage with a man in a large hat, a woman wearing a giant...
It is today, with a heavy heart, that I proclaim the death of the Georgetown University Student Association (GUSA) biweekly newsletter, which has tragically not been biweekly, or really even existent,...
Read any number of articles or talk to any professor and there’s a good chance they’ll tell you the solution to all your problems is to stay off your electronic devices, take some good old handwritten...
It’s all too easy to doze off and imagine that ideological debates take place in a realm disconnected from our everyday lives, a social universe characterized by engagement without burdensome emotional...
Each day, as I walk through Red Square, I am confronted with posters advertising yet another protest I have heard nothing about. The walls, already thickly saturated with posters advertising clubs or events,...
In high school, theater was the outlet where I found the most joy, relishing in the ways that it was built to amuse audiences and offer an escape from reality. At the time, I didn’t realize that considering...
