I’ve been dealing with acne since I was 10. I tried covering my face behind my hair. It got so bad that I even turned down last minute invitations to go out with friends.
When I left the public school system to attend a charter school, I was afraid. I was moving away from my friends. I didn’t want to wear a uniform. And I thought I’d miss out on the classic high school experience.
I’m half-white and half-Hispanic but until recently I only identified as white.
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.
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.
Going from being a child to an adolescent is tough. It’s even harder when you’re the only girl in your house.
When I was 13, I was bullied in school. I dreaded waking up in the morning. I made up excuses for missing school. But I got to press the reset button.
Confiding in my mom was like discovering a completely neglected resource that had just been waiting for me this whole time.
For years, I tried to figure out how to get away from my low income, inner city school. But then, I changed my mind.