Tuesday, November 5, 2019 - 6:10pm
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As I walked to my art history class, a poster hanging in the Diag read, “What will you do when machines do everything?” Carrying in my mind all of the impressionist paintings I had to memorize for this exam, I thought surely the visual arts could never be done by a computer. The level of emotion and resolve that goes into a work of art seems incompatible with the idea of computing. Computers are best at doing rote tasks over and over again, freeing up people to leverage the creative ingenuity of the human mind.

Sunday, October 20, 2019 - 7:21pm
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My mom was standing on the front lawn of my best friend’s house surrounded by hundreds of other parents. I rushed into her arms, glad to be in the safety of her care. News helicopters whirred overhead as they passed through the grey sky, its dourness casting a shadow over the whole day. We were being evacuated from school, and being only in fourth grade at the time, I had no idea why.  All I knew was that the quaint world of suburban New Jersey was no longer a safe place of serenity and security.

 

Tuesday, October 8, 2019 - 1:44pm
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When I first started applying to colleges, I was often amazed by the number of choices available at every school. There were so many majors, so many classes, so many student organizations — the world seemed to be my oyster. The University of Michigan seemed to dominate in this realm, and I came to school here for this very reason. However, it wasn’t just the sheer size of their programs; it was the fact that U-M was nationally ranked in seemingly every single one of them.

Tuesday, September 24, 2019 - 3:05pm
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My hands trembled as I carried my laptop in my sweaty palms, nervousness filling my brain. I walked with no urgency, trying to drag the process out as long as possible. I hoped for any sort of divine intervention that would delay the event that was about to unfold: I had to present my writer’s notebook in front of my entire class. 

Tuesday, September 10, 2019 - 3:41pm
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For me, reading someone else’s words, or formulating thoughts in my own mind, was never enough; I always had to write it down on paper. Writing my own stories made the simple descriptions come alive, placing me in a different world of my own choosing. Microsoft Word became my escape hatch from the doldrums of my humdrum life in suburban New Jersey.

Monday, April 15, 2019 - 6:09pm
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Gaining a solid foundation in grammar was one of the hallmarks of my 10 years attending Catholic school. Every year, from first grade to eighth grade, there was a class dedicated solely to grammar, a 45-minute block of time each day dedicated to learning the intricacies of the English language. While most other schools include grammar as a unit in the all-encompassing “language arts” class curriculum, my school gave it the attention it deserved.