Agatha kehayas

Still we will stumble on

I lift my arms in a full body scanner, though I am not at the airport. I move on, then gather my searched-through things from the plastic bins. The security guard asks me if I work at the fire company whose emblem is on my sweatshirt, bearing my last name.
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A new social contract: demands for Greeks

Sexual assault at colleges and universities has become somewhat of a hot-button issue over the course of 2014. Back in March, the U.S. Department of Education’s Office of Civil Rights began a Title IX investigation into how UC Berkeley was handling reports of sexual assault, contributing to a nationwide conversation
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Off the beat: Home is wherever I’m with you

For as long as I remember, every summer, my maternal aunts and all of my cousins would travel from wherever they were living at the time to settle in my grandma’s secluded, bright-yellow house in Al-Zabadani, a small town about half an hour outside Damascus, Syria.
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UCSA demands greater fiscal transparency of regents

By now, every student of the UC system has likely heard of the UC Board of Regents’ tuition policy and the protests it sparked throughout the system in response. What many students may not know is how their campus and state student representatives were responding before our semester resumed last
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Off the beat: I got it from my mama

Everywhere my mother goes, strangers ask her where she’s from. “From my mama,” she retorts, head tilted and eyebrows raised, daring them to ask again. My mother was born in the perpetuity of a Soviet winter — exactly half a year before Neil Armstrong stepped foot on the moon. What
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Off the beat: In decaying love, beauty

I watch as Dad slits the skin of his fingers on the edges of bills he has to pay before he grips his glass, swirling around the rum. He seems impervious to the eerie stillness of the room, though Mom just slammed the door. The air feels like it’s shivering,
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Off the beat: A tale of 2 or 3 cultures

A few weeks after we had met, my high school teacher — who entered my U.S. boarding school around the same time as I did — started a conversation with me about how hard it was trying to fit in. “I know,” I remember saying. “For me, it’s strange being
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