Last August, several Asian-American students who Harvard rejected during fall 2018 filed a lawsuit accusing the institution for discriminating against...
Planning a class schedule can stress students out, especially with limited course options. To understand what specific issues students face with course...
In the fourth grade, I had my first panic attack—at least, the first one I remember. It happened at a softball game. I worked myself up to the verge...
At 2 a.m. one morning, I broke down and called my mom. Frantic about my decision to change my major, I told her how scared I was because journalism was...
I stood in the crowd, witnessing citizens of different ages, all yelling and hoisting signs above their heads. I could feel my heart beating fast. The...
I grew up as one who always sticks up for others. The older I get, the more interested I become in speaking up for social justice. Although China has...
By Diti Kohli, Former Editor-in-Chief
/ October 25, 2018
Last week, as my Introduction to College Writing class engaged in a conversation about global religious persecution, my professor urged my classmates and...
Over the summer I celebrated my best friend’s 21st birthday with him and some others from high school. We drank beer, sat around a fire pit, and shared...
By Katie Redefer, Former Staff Writer
/ October 21, 2018
I felt isolated and overwhelmed during my first night in Piano Row residence hall. Once my parents left, the distance between my dorm room and my Delaware...
By Kyle Bray, Former Managing Editor: Visual and Design
/ October 17, 2018
Brockhampton self-proclaimed itself as the “best boy band since One Direction." Its quick rise to fame and early success proves the group earned the...
For anyone who is reading this, we talk about power-based interpersonal violence, including sexual assault, the Title IX process, and reference some current...
Open Letter to the Beacon
I would like to express my appreciation to the Beacon and its editorial board for their interest in the hiring process for...
Recently I’ve had the urge to throw my phone in the trash. It started toward the end of the summer, when breaking news alerts constantly reminded me...
Two summers ago a man in a car followed me while I jogged in my neighborhood. After two instances where he insisted I stop running and speak to him, I...
One day, as I sat struggling with a reading assignment, my roommate simply asked, “What’s up?” I wasn’t sure how to reply. In China, I never studied...