I want to set aside for a moment the question of race-based affirmative action. There are legitimate arguments for both sides of that debate, and though I do have my own opinion, it need not enter this discussion of a second, more pernicious form of affirmative action: legacy preference. 

I recently saw “Battle of the Sexes,” a movie about tennis star Billie Jean King beating self-proclaimed “male chauvinist pig” Bobby Riggs in 1973.

What does it mean to be a good person? In a world full of difficult choices, I find myself grappling with this question daily. Are only those people who are truly good, whose bravery and strict moral codes have changed the world, allowed to be called good people?

I started listening to Kanye West in middle school. Hip-hop didn’t mean nearly as much to me then as it does now, but his sound still resonated with me. 

Some people know exactly what they want to be when they grow up. I am not one of those people. When I started my first semester of college, the only thing I knew was I wanted to study a subject that would allow me to help and support people.

I really just cannot bear it any longer.

"Are you sure that sitting at the front of the class won’t help?” “Are you sure it's not that you just aren’t paying attention?” “Why can’t you just get a translator?”

Growing up, we’re told that we can be anything. We’re taught to dream and imagine; we’re told that optimism beats realism every single time. Then we get older, and we start to lose sight of this idea. When we’re kids, we dream of being president.

Imagine you are, in the words of forensic psychiatrist Park Dietz, one of the “small number of people sitting at home, with guns on their lap and a hit list in their mind.” You

Most people grow up watching football or basketball, but I grew up on comic books. My dad spent most of his time reading comic books, and I grew up learning about the characters in them.