Monday, October 8, 2018 - 10:55pm
Survivors Speak

Over the past few years, both students and administrators at the University of Michigan have addressed on-campus sexual assault through new policies and ongoing activism. More recently, the news cycle and broader times, however, the personal stories of individuals who have survived an assault can be lost in the bigger discussion.

Thursday, April 13, 2017 - 5:31pm

Recently, I had a rather polarizing incident at the U.S.-Canada border. During a visit to Detroit, my friend and I spotted the sign pointing out the Detroit-Windsor tunnel and spontaneously decided to go to Canada, because why not? As we drove under the Detroit River, adrenaline from the prospect of our adventure rushed through our veins, but our excitement came to a quick halt when a Canadian border services agent asked us the purpose of our spontaneous trip. 

Wednesday, March 29, 2017 - 7:39pm

Monday, March 20, was the International Day of Happiness, a day that would’ve gone otherwise unnoticed to me had I not serendipitously stumbled across a “Happy Acts” wall that asked me how I would go about spreading happiness. The answer came to me with surprising ease: “I will share happiness by: showing people that life gets better.” I was surprised, because a little more than a year ago, I would’ve thought that I had no happiness to give.

Thursday, March 16, 2017 - 6:58pm

As we drove down Carpenter Street in the Binghampton neighborhood of Memphis, Tenn., schoolchildren in royal purple polos and khakis flooded the sidewalk as school let out for the day. Their backpacks bounced on their backs as they crossed the street to the Carpenter Art Garden, a lively purple house with a yard full of large, painted, wooden hearts.

Sunday, March 5, 2017 - 6:18pm

A couple weeks ago, I had the opportunity to attend TedxUofM’s annual conference in the Power Center, and I was struck especially by Dr. Abdul El-Sayed’s talk.

Thursday, February 9, 2017 - 2:41pm

My parents came from China to the United States in 1991, penniless but filled with hope. They had faith that this new land held promises of a brighter future; they had to, otherwise uprooting themselves from everything they had ever known would be all for naught. Coming here was a gamble, and they were all in. 

Thursday, January 26, 2017 - 11:04am

Ask anyone who has ever stepped foot into a high school, and they’ll tell you that high school is nothing like the way it’s portrayed in movies. People don’t jump on to lunch tables and break into perfectly choreographed musical numbers, nor are the walls adorned with larger-than-life murals of the school’s star basketball players. (OK, so maybe I’m pulling from one movie in particular, but you get the gist). Hollywood’s portrayal of college, however, isn’t far off.

Monday, January 9, 2017 - 10:17am

My AP teachers in high school loved to brag that we were undoubtedly prepared for college, that our educations had ingrained in us superb study habits and learning skills that would put us far beyond our college peers. Yet, while I do believe that my high school did a good job of preparing me and my classmates for higher education, college was not the walk in the park that I’d been promised; most of my new peers came just as prepared as me, if not more.

Sunday, December 11, 2016 - 6:55pm

Though the semblance may not be obvious at first glance, an academic semester can actually quite feasibly be compared to an orchestral piece — Edvard Grieg’s In the Hall of the Mountain King to be exact. If you’re not familiar with the song, it starts slowly and quietly in the lower registers of the orchestra: the cellos, basses and bassoons calm and steady. As the music progresses, the tempo gradually builds as more instruments in different keys are added.

Sunday, November 20, 2016 - 7:06pm

My older sister, a University of Michigan alum of the class of 2011, always told me that Michigan was a very “work hard, play hard” school, but it’s a phrase that cannot be fully understood until you stay on campus for a weekend and see for yourself the stark disparity between a Saturday and Sunday night. The former is filled with debauchery and cheer, the darkened streets swarming with people fighting the bitter cold on their way to the next party. One day later, the streets are silent and still, and it’s near impossible to find an open seat in the library.