Alone is the new black

Every lunch, all of the students would be playing outside. All minus one. It was fourth grade, and I liked to spend my lunches by myself, in a corner of the classroom, because there would be no one there. Many times I would be “caught” by teachers, and I would be encouraged to engage more […]

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Identity crisis: expectations confuse even me

The immigration officer checked my passport one more time and asked me a few more questions than he had asked the other passengers, so it took a bit longer than it did with everyone else. He told me to put my veil behind my ears so they would be visible to the camera, and I […]

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Silence is almost as harmful as hateful words

I feel invisible as the crowd pushes and guides me to the staircase where my locker lays. But this crowd is slow, and I can hear almost every laugh in harmony. Almost every conversation floats into my ears. I try to smuggle my way through the large hallway that is decorated with hundreds of backpacks […]

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Parker Hall transformed into ‘Island’ of songs

The globe lights dim and the crowd simmers down. Everyone’s eyes reach out to the stage, eagerly waiting for the play to start. As a response to their yearning, gods, peasants, and city dwellers creep out one by one, to present the opening night of Once On This Island. A musical, set on a Caribbean […]

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