Some time ago, I read the words of Sayed Kashua, a Muslim journalist from Haaretz, who wrote after the attacks in Paris: “My first thought was: How the blazes do I cancel my labeling as a Muslim? How...
Almost half my time at Georgetown has been a time of deep, resounding depression. Sophomore and junior year were some of my worst and best times at Georgetown. I have enjoyed this place, but I had...
I was asked, “How do I explain to white people that it’s wrong to treat East-Asian religions as fads?” They explained that there are people who want to “become” Taoist, Buddhist, Sikh or Hindu...
This is my love letter.
But it isn’t to one person. It is to a community — a community that has taught me how to love and be loved, that embraces me even when I don’t embrace myself, that is profoundly...
Last week, President DeGioia accepted a recommendation to scrub the names Mulledy and McSherry from university buildings. The names Freedom and Remembrance took their places. Mulledy and McSherry symbolized...
I remember reading about the events at The University of Missouri a few days ago. I knew they had made national news, but the issues did not pique my interest until the waves made in Missouri began to...
Do you know who you really are? Circle one of the following answers. I’ll tell you what it means when you’re done.
I am…
An extrovert.
An introvert.
I make judgments by…
Thinking...
As a recent alumnus who “feels that Georgetown must change to include more church teaching,” I very much appreciated Lexi Dever’s viewpoint (“The Georgetown That Saved Me,” Oct. 30, 2015, The...
In a summer interview with The Hoya, serialized these past two weeks, former University President Fr. Leo O’Donovan, S.J., upheld the importance of Catholic belief and free speech on campus. O’Donovan...
I’ve always hated dancing. There is something ironically constricting in that kind of freedom of movement for me, something about the arbitrary motion that does not mesh well with the planned-out, meticulously...
“Where are you from?”
I have lost count of the number of times I have been asked this question. At Georgetown, this question brings me the same level of dread as “what’s a fun fact you want...
Violin in one hand, a container of white rice in the other and a math club hat slightly askew, I was ready. I walked out into the pouring rain, ready to take on the day.
The night before, I remember...
