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I found myself completely alone, lacking a soul to call my friend.

It sounds melodramatic, but that was my reality. I didn’t choose it, nor—in my view at the time—was there much of an opportunity to escape it. 

A Starbucks in Nagano, Japan.

Like every good story, mine comes with a cup of coffee — an Americano with no room, to be exact.

Hustled Out

The room is a labyrinth of ancient tables, antiques still in use. Above each one, fluorescent lights puncture maize and blue stained glass to reflect off the phenolic resin balls. Blue cue chalk stains the hands of the players and permeates the air to create a haze.

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Here at The Statement Magazine we’re interested in telling the stories that matter to this campus. Today, we’re talking about sex. How do you do it? How often? What do you know about reproductive health and sexual health?

Editor's note: The author of this piece remains anonymous to protect their identity.

I don’t know how to write this article.

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I know what you’re thinking. What does a column-writing, grandma-sweater-wearing kid who looks like the offspring of Woody Allen in "Annie Hall" and a cold bowl of clam chowder know about sex?

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On Friday night, the shops of Ann Arbor remained open after the sun went down and the twinkling holiday lights came on. The annual KindleFest Market, or Christkindlmarkt as it is known in Germany, brought together food, holiday deals and Santa in a night of celebrations.

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After being sexually assaulted before college, an LSA freshman who prefers to remain anonymous due to the sensitive nature of her experience, was not aware of the resources available to her. The sex education class she took in high school hadn’t prepared her.

Nkeki Obi-Melekwe

With the highly-anticipated opening of “Hamilton: An American Musical” in the summer of 2015, it seemed as if Broadway — and theater as a whole — was taking the first step to combat the highly divisive and potent movement that has persevered in another section of the arts: #OscarsSoWhite.