Dear Sixth Grade Saba,
Today nobody said my name. I’m used to it – the mispronunciations and wooden tongues trying to make sense of my “exotic” name, the pauses in roll call and hapless eyes...
The past year was a rollercoaster of a year — the type of rollercoaster that has a life-changing up and a life-changing down, with a few loop-the-loops thrown in just to shake things up.
In March 2015,...
Yes, technically speaking, I am of African-American descent. But I am not black. Or at least that is what I am told. It must be because I can’t dance. Or because I can't sing. Or maybe because I try...
For the past few years, I have worn cargo shorts to school almost every day. Sometimes, during the winter months, I wear cargo pants.
I love my cargo shorts. They have enough pockets to hold my phone,...
Time and time again failure is seen as an essential stepping-stone for success.
So I find it strange that we have such a high expectation for success and scarcely any room for failure. Providing a more...
Last year, my mom decided to try something: a Gratitude Jar. Think a swear jar, but instead, every day, you place a post-it note with something you’re grateful for. When I first heard it, I thought it...
A part of me really wants to shrink behind Emma Watson and let her do the talking.
Although the actress’ speech at the U.N. conference in January introducing the HeForShe campaign, a solidarity movement...
Whenever I tell people that I plan to pursue a career in technology, I always meet the same response: "Wow. You don’t seem like that kind of person." Most people, when presented with the idea of a tech...
We all want to win. Whether we work toward making a touchdown, getting a solid test grade or winning a film award, all of us want to come out on top. But should we sacrifice our integrity for merely a...
I can’t help the loud crunching my salad makes as I sit in Chemistry eating. Everyone turns and stares, but that is the reality of having no time in a day to eat lunch.
I rush up the stairs from Chronicle...
After three hours of a summer practice, I’m sweaty, bruised and have gone to see trainer Milo Sini about getting my wrist wrapped at least twice. My teammates and I have gone through 7 a.m. morning runs,...
Pandas irritate me.
It’s not the animals themselves, or even the abundance of Internet GIFs they occupy. It’s the species’ close, tangled connection to Asian stereotypes that irritates me.
Pandas...
