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As a white girl/woman growing up in the wealthier and whiter areas of Columbus, I’ve been taught to think of the inner-city neighborhoods of the city’s Near East Side as crime-ridden, scary and dangerous. This implies that the suburb where I live is crime free, welcoming and safe.

Recently, on an early Monday morning, I was sitting in a crowded coffee shop sipping a large cup of scalding anxiety stimulant as I awaited an upcoming interview for an internship.

“OK, class,” my teacher yells across the classroom. “Father is coming to talk to us today, and I need you all to be on your best behavior!” It was days like these I enjoyed as a grade schooler at a Catholic elementary school: a change in direction and new questions.

As popular culture suggests, adolescence is a time that social lives are expected of us.

After nearly a year of attempting to finish a singular book — sorry mom, thanks University of Michigan — I finally did.

In a rush to repeal the Affordable Care Act, Republican leaders introduced the Health Care Freedom Act to the Senate floor at approximately 10 p.m. Thursday night.

Last week, another attempt to repeal the Affordable Care Act failed in dramatic fashion. A video of Sen. John McCain (R–Ariz.) voting down the initiative showed overwhelming shock and surprise from the senators present.

“Hi! My name is...What? My name is… Who? My name is…Slim Shady.” To me, these are some of the most iconic lines to ever grace a rap/hip-hop song.

The small towns of northern Michigan that dot the coast of the Great Lakes offer some escape from the chaotic and hyperconnected world we live in.

A few weeks ago, in preparation for a meeting with a client at work, I started fishing around my computer for a list of some slang words used in various Spanish-speaking countries. I typed into my search window on my computer “slang,” thinking I’d find the document that way.

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