Shreya Tumu

The Zipper that Tore Me On the very day that my facilitator announced that I would be the next team captain of my volunteer shift at Good Samaritan Hospital, the zipper on my khaki pants refused to let me enjoy the moment. After a three month application process and...

Shruti Jain

The Beauty of … My hand was not able to cope with the fast pace of my brain; it had stopped cooperating. My train of thought was derailed into a cloud of disarray. In one final attempt to finish the last problem, I tried to pick up the pencil. It fell, along with the...

Anon. Matsuoka

Untitled His introduction was short and to the point: “My name is Dan Wakefield, but call me Sensei Dan”. Five years ago, my mom enrolled me in a Martial Arts dojo in hopes of finding an outlet for my unusually aggressive behavior. I have always been known...

Yu Cheng Juan

Learning Through Injury: “I Nearly Killed Myself Over a Girl” I’ve always hated social interactions with people that involve talking about emotions and feelings. I’d rather make something for someone rather than saying “happy...