The strangest game of duck, duck, goose
If the world were a stage, and if I were to be attacked by a goose on this hypothetical stage, I care not for who the players are. I do however know for a fact that my temporary exit would be akin to “Exit, pursued by a bear.”
The Stonewall Riots and the origins of American gay pride
Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera were two trans women of color that were integral in pushing the gay rights movement forward. They were also important in securing a place for transgender people within the movement, particularly intheir founding of STAR (Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries).
On being the letter ‘Q’
Let’s call this week “the week of self-improvement.”
Welcome to the table
YouTube showed me the answer I had been looking for all these years. I finally felt like I had found the words to describe who I really was.
Life is not a binary string of successes and failures
The me who hopes I become a success story versus the me who wonders when I’ll quit.
A ten-step guide to living in a pandemic
Trauma took away my purpose and certainty. Over the course of last semester, my main goal was to regain a sense of autonomy, which I hoped would give me what I was missing.
Spare me, author
Is there a real Wenbo out there writing my experiences? Would he be separate from me, then?
A deep dive into the motivation behind the things I do
The me who just wants to be happy-go-lucky versus the me who needs to second-guess every decision I make.
Skinny Cactus is a puffle-crazy penguin
I’ve grown up and moved on, something Greg Heffley will never understand.
A trek to Narnia in the rain
If Walmart were the unkempt and profoundly unmagical wardrobe of my childhood, Buc-ee’s was Narnia.
But of course I’m not one of you
The me who wants you to know that I was born and raised in America versus the me who wishes you would accept me even if I wasn’t.
Orchestrating educational access: when a ‘CovEd’-ed dream becomes reality
At a time when many fragments of our lives have disintegrated into the void of family apprehensions and countless Zoom memes, our team encountered each other at this precarious border between privilege and marginality, where passion and leadership met to reconnect the pieces.
The Course 3 fam
I cried three times that week. The first was when Jeff Grossman made his speech about how we would stay together, even if we were physically apart, and that Course 3 was a community for life.
Goodbye MIT, not bye for good
So yes, when it comes to love, I’m bad at words. I’m trying to improve, which is why I’m writing this love letter to you all.
Never really apart
In our first few weeks of dating, we were inseparable. Now, three years later, I think we know how to be apart.
Four ways that MIT taught me how to love
“Give a little love to the person who lives down the hall, the random classmate sitting next to you, or the cutie you find yourself staring at when walking down the Infinite.”