Poetry for first-generation students at UC Berkeley
Cal in Color
We need people who we can relate to on a personal level and share our experiences and feelings with; we need to feel understood by someone else.
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A rant to remember
Confessions of a moderator
This, I realized, was a case of doxxing: publishing private and identifying information about a person on the internet.
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As-salaam alaikum everyone
Fresh off the BART
I’m done conforming. I’m done having people who do nothing to understand my culture claim to represent me. And I don’t think I’m the only one.
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And the world went airborne
Something to write home about
Every day is a ping-pong game with my family back in India about whether or not I should decide to hop on a 22-hour direct flight back home because who knows if it is safe to travel?
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Amid a global pandemic, keep making love
Sex on Tuesday
I traded staying six feet away for sharing six seconds of embrace because I didn’t know if or when I would see some of these people in my life again.
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Slackonometrica
Pop Vulture
Business communications platforms have always struggled with the appropriate amount of transparency. Email is too life-threateningly dull for a real group conversation; does everyone need to know or care about why you canceled this week?
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Culture shock at UC Berkeley
Cal in Color
Berkeley was never too far away from home, and even though I rarely visited, I didn’t think it would be that different from Oakland — but it was.
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Berkeley famous
Confessions of a moderator
“You know, looking at your name, I almost thought you were the ‘Overheard Guy,’ ” she said.
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How nice is sugar and spice?
Fresh off the BART
This disastrous miscarriage of health management is built upon a health care industry that too often caricatures its patients and treats them with a one-size-fits-all mindset.
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When women lead
Something to write home about
I am the youngest member of my family of four. For years, I wanted to do exactly what my sister did — wear her clothes, listen to her music, read her books.
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