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Introspection

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Introspection

Good Grief

Some people honor their deceased loved ones with beautiful poetry, speeches of somber remembrance, or quiet moments of reflection. I honored my grandmother with a three minute stand up set.

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Good Grief Endpaper Photo

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Asian Non-American?

Categorization can help us feel a sense of belonging to a certain group. But what happens when these categories become exclusive? What happens when these categories instead entrap and ensnare us?

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Other People’s Pups

At the end of the day, I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking to pet his dog.

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Petting Dogs Cover

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To Pay Attention

I never thought I loved Chico. But that December day as I lay curled up in my childhood bed watching the interaction between Christine and Sister Joan on my iPad, I realized that I had paid attention to it. And if I really hated it, why did I spend so much time telling other people about it?

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Orders of Magnitude

Right now, I am not a scientist and I am not a poet. I am just a daughter. I have to remember: It’s simple. You just need to keep your eyes open, your hands ready.

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brandon and dad

Brandon L. Kingdollar with his father in 2012.

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Other kids studied hard to impress their fathers; I did it so I could get away from mine.

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Time in a Bottle

I’d never had a real fight with my dad before, but this was a long time coming.

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What It Means to Lead The Harvard Crimson

In a way, you take an oath when you are elected to this presidency, even if you don’t realize the depths of its demands at the time.

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In ink, we breathed qi (气).

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Subway Surfers

I was terrified that the rest of my life would be like high school: I would be forever chasing that next line on my resume, that laureate title or publication — swerving around railcars for one more gold coin — in hopes of one more glimpse into how to understand and describe my human condition.

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Tunnel Vision

On my phone, I collected gold coins and hoverboards instead of accolades and exam scores; I traded these tokens for score boosters instead of writing mentorships. Eventually, I realized that I had sworn off one endless run only to replace it with another one.

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Trying to Remember Louise Glück

I find myself returning to poems like “The Silver Lily” and “Witchgrass” for their drastic reimaginings of time — the eternal way perennial plants experience the cyclicity of seasons, or the striking temporality of the fragile flower. It is in light of this that her death feels strangely unreal, its finality in tension with the timelessness of her words.

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