To grow up in the United States is to be inculcated with the promise that this land is unique in its opportunity. The legend of the self-propelled individual is ubiquitous for Americans, from the revolutionaries in Philadelphia establishing a new kind of nation to the pioneers who grittily took the West by force in the following century.
Certain senses, and certain media, can put you in the past. A rerun of “Tom and Jerry” takes me back to 5 years old, sitting on my long-gone fabric couch, eating a peanut butter sandwich with my dad before afternoon kindergarten. This bittersweet feeling of nostalgia can be incited by the simplest of senses and can make you smile about a past memory while also longing for those good times.
It’s a word you have read a million times, it’s a word you have used a million times, but you have no idea what it actually means. An initial reaction would be to say that “lol” isn’t actually a word, it’s an acronym.
Four years ago, Jordan, my big brother, graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in economics and moved to Pittsburgh. He relocated to a strange new city where he did not know a soul. One of the hardest experiences for Jews living away from family and friends is the Jewish high holidays. Luckily for Jordan, though, the Tree of Life synagogue opened its doors, giving him a warm community and a place to pray.
President Donald Trump has finally called out Saudi Arabia for the assassination of Jamal Khashoggi earlier this month. Khashoggi, a Saudi dissident and Washington Post columnist living in exile, was gruesomely murdered while visiting the Saudi Arabian consulate in Turkey. The sloppy hit, almost assuredly ordered by Saudi Arabia’s Crown Prince Mohammed Bin Salman, elicited sharp international condemnation.
You could go swimming right now, but you didn’t necessarily plan on it. You knew it was going to rain, but did you expect giant puddles to swallow the sidewalk, the road or your shoes for that matter? In this beautifully constructed city that we call home, the last thing that we think about is its imperfection. Ann Arbor, new and old, consists of aesthetic, impressive architecture and infrastructure that not only meets the logistical demands of the city, but also perfectly complements the abundant natural scenery that surrounds it.
When people think about religious diversity on campus, they may not always consider the diversity that exists within religious minorities. Since I arrived at Michigan, there has been one dominant political voice coming from the Jewish community: a voice which does not speak for me.