Overcoming Type One
I remember the day I was informed I had developed Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes: I sat in a blue room, encircled by...
I remember the day I was informed I had developed Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes: I sat in a blue room, encircled by...
My sixth grade teacher leaned over the desk in a humorously threatening...
Unlike most people who are able to identify with a single nationality or heritage, I have spent my whole life trying to find mine, and at 17 years of age, I finally...
I hate change: I moved to California when I was five. I originally grew up in Ontario, Canada. When my father received...
The construction of the Islamic Center being built two blocks north of Ground-Zero in New York City has caused too much controversy, provoked too much...
Stress: the feeling that makes you want to punch an innocent freshman in the face, otherwise known as a state of mental tension resulting from...
Summer, a time when the sun stretches across the horizon into the zenith and perpetually remains there for an eternity, a time when multitudinous fields of...
Tuesday. Lunch. You chat idly with your friend and amble into the quad. You weave your way through the traffic of hungry students until you...
I love airports. This affection does not stem from the bland architecture inside, designed for the purpose of herding travelers through...
I hated reading. Kindergarten was a nightmare. When we all got into our reading groups that consisted of red, blue, green, and yellow, and I fell into...