Jeffery Tan

Male, Story

Somethings Never Change The smell of new paint and wooden flooring filled my nose as I laced up my shoes. It was the beginning of senior year and basketball had started again. All the returning players were joking and greeting each other, while the incoming freshmen...

Shreya Tumu

Asian-American, College 9, Female, Story

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

Asian-American, College 9, Female, Story

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...