I live in a suburb. I speak "American." I own a few pairs of yoga pants. My parents were of the laissez-faire variety, granting me freedom in finding my own passions. They listened to The Police and U2. In our own way, we defied stereotypes. "What are you?" my elementary classmates would ask. "I'm from Colorado." Confused, they would pause. I was not their version of "American." I was not white. Before such questions, I saw no color; rather, I...

Aaron Hill once said, “Don't call the world dirty because you forgot to clean your glasses.” But what happens when one tries on glasses for the first time? If giraffes stand on four legs then why are they not called dogs? If vacations are fun, why can’t we be on vacation all the time? Why does Santa’s present have a Walmart price tag? As a young child I asked so many questions, my parents attempted to quell my...

I was only eleven years old when my sixth grade history class shattered my world view. I had believed in individual autonomy, the self made man-the American Dream. I could accomplish anything- be the next Bill Gates, dance like a ballerina. The market collapse that ended the Roaring Twenties determined the fates of everyone, regardless of their age or ability. I recognized that the market ultimately dictates what an individual can achieve. Learning about the Great Depression revealed to me...

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