My parents left their home country behind to give me the American Dream. But, like other immigrants, they discovered that this dream is only attainable if you know English and have a solid education.
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LGBTQ history is often glossed over, and in California that’s against the law.
My being African American and not showing any interest in an HBCU is surprising to most. But not to my mom, even though she went to Tuskegee University. She understood I’m looking for a more diverse college experience than the one she had.
Going to an HBCU means letting go of the obligation to be “black forward” for others. For the first time, I’ll get to attend an institution that has a variety of courses and extracurriculars tailored specifically for my educational advancement, as an African American.
When thinking about college choice, how much does race matter for three black seniors from Oakland, Chicago, and Atlanta?
My journey to understanding who I am was unnecessarily painful because of the lack of inclusive sex education.
Brown University has been my dream school since I was 7 years old. I was over the moon when I was accepted. Until my twin decided to go as well.
Unless something changes, I will be one of the last people to graduate from the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point with a Bachelor’s in English.
I’m worried that getting admitted to a top school — one of the top achievements of my life thus far — might be diminished by classmates who assume that I didn’t earn my place.