Danielle Sundan_Online

I (still) write sins, not tragedies

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Most people grew out of their emo phase years ago. Though I’ve abandoned the smudged eyeliner and band T-shirt aesthetic, I still pre-order Panic! At the Disco albums, I continue to retweet Pete Wentz and I carry a torch for the bands that many have now chalked up to nothing
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Can’t stop the feelings

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In an acting class I took, we once had to bring in an object that would spark one of our senses and summon feelings — someone brought fuzzy pajamas, my instructor described a memory associated with the smell of oranges. I brought in multi-colored dinner mints. You know the terrible-tasting
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Kelvin Mak_Online

The paradox of performance

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This is a confession. I perform everyday, in the sense that I act unlike who I think I am in order to assure myself that I’m not alone. And I don’t know if I’ll ever stop performing, whether I should or shouldn’t be, and whether there’s such a thing as
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Justin Knight_Online

Terrence loves you

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We were watching “American Psycho” when I kissed him for the last time. In some ways, I felt like I was kissing Patrick Bateman but that I’d rewritten the script and found his heart in his hand, at least for the night. Or maybe I was kissing the Dude. “The
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SarahCoduto_online

Bleeding onto the page

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In my bookcase are stacked eight notebooks. Most — on account of excessive love and handling — are falling apart at the bookbinder’s seams, shedding pages like a molting bird losing its feathers. One is severely waterlogged: I lost an entire week of life when a sudden rainstorm rolled over
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AdrienneLee_MugOnline

Curating my culture crisis

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During RRR Week of last semester, I visited my linguistic professor’s office to clarify some concepts she had mentioned in the last lecture. I asked her about prototypes, the most central cases of a category. A robin, for example, is a more prototypical member of the bird category than a
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Caroline Lee_ZainabAli

Reading, rekindled

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As a child, my nose was always in a book. My passion for reading was unparalleled. It allowed me to escape into another realm, where I could indulge in a world so alien from mine that I felt adrenalized just turning the crisp pages of a new book. It sparked
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Ilaf

Tuning out the Berkeley Bubble

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While his lips moved to form the word “cunt,” all I could hear through my headphones were J. Cole’s voice rapping “first thing’s first, rest in peace Uncle Phil.” Judging from the man’s furrowed brows and flailing arms, he was probably screaming. Judging from the spit that sprayed my face,
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Karim Doumar

Headin’ on down

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The first time I heard those shouting, happy voices declare that there were only 15 miles to the love shack, I had no idea what they were talking about. It would be many years before I figured out that my family’s favorite roadtrip song described unholy and uncouth acts of
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Stacey Nguyen_online

Riding the ‘70s sad girls wave

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Grief comes in waves, and these waves never go away permanently. During the last few years of his life, my paternal grandpa brought our family to the beach twice every summer. He was too frail to come down to the sand, so he enjoyed the view from the picnic area.
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