abhishek-roy_online

Beyond the valley

Laid Bear

Like any other freshman, I weaved in and out of club tables on Sproul Plaza, desperate to find a community to call my own. Having no finance or business background and keen to know more, I went to the popular consulting clubs to learn more about their work, soon realizing
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anusha-subramanian_online

Yes, I speak English

Lost in Translation

By the time Golden Bear Orientation finally ended and some kind of feeling began to creep back into my overtired muscles, I had practically developed a template for the conversations that I had with every new student. And it went something like this. First, I’d pick a personality. Who did
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An all-American world

Between America and Me

I was touched by this country even before I boarded the 17-hour flight that brought me to America. Growing up, my friends would go through whole bags of M&M’s, watch Hollywood films and dream of sunny California. We’d fantasize about free water fountains, and gosh, Mum, can we make those PB&J sandwiches, please? We’d discuss how Americans were perpetually in the future.
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Am I woke yet?

Jew-ish

What’s whiter than a 4-month-old jar of mayonnaise? An Ashkenazi Jew. It’s always amusing to me when people express their shock that I, a woman paler than Casper the Friendly Ghost, am ethnically Middle Eastern. My grandmother has dark(er) skin, as does my mother. I just happen to be whiter
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abhishek-roy_online

Surviving on Flex

Laid Bear

Whether it’s buying groceries or calling an Uber, there is an unconscious effort to convert the price into rupees. I anxiously perform these conversions, often expecting an exorbitant price. Often I notice a fellow international student, from somewhere in Asia, pausing and looking at the price of a box of cookies or a packet of chips, perhaps performing the same dreadful calculations in their head.
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anusha-subramanian_online

Conversations

Lost in Translation

Who knows me the most intimately in this entire world? My best friend? My mother? Both these answers would be completely acceptable but also completely incorrect. The right answer to who knows me the most intimately in the world is: my waxing lady, Shreya. There is no experience in the
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jayesh-kaushik_online

Nothing is good in moderation

Between America and Me

As practical and morally upright as terming myself a moderate felt, it also felt facetious and insincere. What did I actually stand for? I found myself defending the feasibility of the “middle ground.” But what did I actually believe in?
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melody-niv_online

Identity Crisis ft. hummus

Jew-ish

It’s true that some aspects of cultural or ethnic identity are integral to who you are. I don’t think I would be wholly me if I weren’t Jewish. But I can reference my Judaism and have that serve as one of my key characteristics without making that my sole identifier.
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Unpacking privilege

Queerly Political

For someone who identifies within the LGBTQ+ community, I feel as though I constantly have to justify my queerness, on top of the stigma I face every day from the heteronormative world.
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A place without walls

Alien on Campus

But as the semester continued, I noticed that even though the campus doesn’t have any walls, people’s minds are filled with barriers.
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