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I stood face to face with a skeleton, Dooley, mounted on a black metallic tree. It seemed out of place with the sophisticated white marble walls and vibrant flowers, yet students passed by the statue, greeting the assembly of bones. Emory embraces...

The screech of my alarm heralds a new day. As darkness melts into cobalt streaks over the Oniru neighbourhood of Lagos, Nigeria, I prepare breakfast for my younger relatives. By dawn, I'm on the bus hurtling towards the red-brick compound of...

Of all my childhood memories, only a few are as distinct as hearing the sound of static piercing the air whenever electricity surged into our blackened homes. The piercing wail would rise in a crescendo and die, yielding to the cacophony of...

The three most important words in my mother’s vocabulary are not “I love you”, but “make your bed.” She adores those words, repeating them over and over again like a broken record player. But did I listen? Rarely. I didn’t understand the point....

When I was six-years-old, my favorite animal was the lobster.I had read that lobsters are immortal and have perceived them as magical creatures. My world changed when we had lobster for dinner. Why had the book deceived me?

Ten years later, the...

This is a fact: I go to the post office much more often than your typical high school student. No, it’s not because I constantly miss packages that are addressed to me. It’s because I send packages full of little handmade goodies to other people.

I blow out the candles on my seventeenth birthday cake. Another year has passed. The flames slowly flicker, burn out, and die.To me, a candle is merely a wax stick that steadily holds the flames. It’s only regularly used for birthdays and as a...

The first ride I had on Gnocchi was awful. He was a project horse who didn’t “listen” to my leg, seat, or hand; aids that help me communicate with a horse. He wouldn’t stand still for me to tack him up or mount him. When I actually rode him, he...

Jose is a seven year old boy at the Monrovia Boys and Girls Club. He’s a recent immigrant from Mexico, and he always has a smile on his face no matter what. The thing is, that smile covers a lot of insecurity. His English is shaky, and I know he...

Normally, on a weekend, I’d sleep in. School work, family life, and track practice have a way of wearing me out. On this Sunday, though, my old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock sounds at 5:30 a.m. When I absolutely must get up, I don’t trust anything...

I did not understand the passion that two students could have for their school until I talked to current Tulane undergrads Rachel Israilevich and Gabi Edelman. I called them to ask what they loved about Tulane and what I should know before...

I see grand, powdered valleys when I glide down Snowmass Mountain on my snowboard. Between such vast peaks, I am reminded of how small I am. Despite the spacious white that seems to freeze time in quiet eternity, the speed of this sport makes my...

The digital world is exploding; I know because I love to game. I am fascinated by fully immersive 3D environments where I can communicate with thousands all over the world, with the push of a button.

Two summers ago I worked in a garage, doing oil...

I am helpless against the internal compass that points to familiar elements of my African heritage in unfamiliar settings. Detecting the faint sounds of yoruba along the aisles of Walmart suspends my hunt for groceries until I have found the...

When I was in ninth grade, my sister ran into my room and threw a book at me. “Read this,” she demanded. “You’ll like it.” She had no idea what she had just started.

That fateful book was Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn’s Half the Sky, which...

Truth be told, I have never been an animal person: never the type to visit zoos or plea with my parents for a pet. When my cousin’s dog had seven French bulldog puppies this year, I was not excited. I begrudgingly offered to help her feed the...

Every birthday of mine there is one specific thing I look forward to: my friend Tamara's handmade card. Every year she makes me a homemade card and every year, I'm warmed by her thoughtfulness, love, and care. It's the small yet thoughtful...

In tenth grade, I had a wild idea: a reusable cosmetics container made from plastic recovered from the ocean. I would negotiate a deal with an ocean cleanup organization, build prototypes out of the acquired plastic, pitch my product and my vision...

When I was 12, I found a book on global poverty at the local bookstore. For weeks my grandpa and I sat at a coffee table and read the analysis of foreign aid. I stayed up past bedtime, hiding under the covers, leafing through the debate about...

We left for Illinois with pitch black darkness to guide the way, caravaning in spacious minivans. The next few hours, a blur of sleeping, truck drivers responding to the “Jesus loves truckers” painted on the van, and bonding games, passed fairly...

Of all markings that can grace the human body -- above moles, freckles, or even tattoos -- scars hold the most meaningful anecdotes. They display proudly won battles and mistakes on the individual who bears them. I have a few scars myself, the...

My harness was tightened. My sweaty hands clutched onto the bar. My toes dangled off the edge of the platform. Every horrible outcome to this scenario raced through my mind. “Whenever you’re ready, Gabby.” All I had to do was lift my feet and I’d...

“Beard Papa to stage right, I repeat, Beard Papa to stage right.” Although it seems strange, this is one phrase I got used to very quickly. Hearing it hours a day for weeks at a time, it became less strange and more of an entertaining inside joke....

Silence stretched across the room as twenty-two nervous bodies shared timid smiles and curious glances. Name tags adorning the large U-shaped table announced our name and high school to the group, and for an uncomfortable time frame were the only...