Investing in myself

Laid Bear

I sat in my room late at night Wednesday, staring at the glowing top of the Campanile. I had missed dinner, my hair was oily and my hands ached after hours of continuous typing on my laptop. The last time I felt so miserable was during college application season exactly
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Close encounters

Laid Bear

I looked out of the bus and saw a woman walking with five pugs scurrying ahead of her on leashes. The man sitting beside me noticed me curiously observing the legion of canines. “Did you know that 68 percent of all American households have pets?” he asked me as the
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The acquired accent

Lost in Translation

“Don’t you dare come back with a fake accent.” I snorted disdainfully at these emotional parting words from my best friend, skillfully covering up the anguish and self-doubt that was welling up inside me. It’s a true testament to the power of UC Berkeley’s impostor syndrome that I began to
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An ode to Anjana

What does it mean that we — as part of a growing hyperculture composed of distinct identities, varying historical memories and increasingly obsolete spatial boundaries — use the words “you guys” as a way to connote gender neutrality?
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