Click. A blog appeared with post after post of accusations towards me—all typed by my best friend. The posts went back for months. I had chosen other friends over her. I had changed too much. I was a fake friend. I scanned through the pages, not stopping till I reached the original post. I sent the link to another friend, wanting someone to share my discovery. The pretense of friendship at school concealed her complaints, and I struggled to...

For UNC-Chapel Hill's prompt, "Tell us about a time when you changed your mind about something that mattered to you." Growing up in the Bible Belt, I felt uncomfortable about my family’s lack of religion. My mom and dad both came from church-going families, yet we only went for the occasional holiday, and even then only for the social experience. At first, my younger brothers and I would whine about having to dress up, sometimes even hiding when my...

I received the Tulane Dean's Honors Scholarship. The application asks students to submit a creative project using a small box on a sheet of computer paper. For my project, I cut out the white box and made a stop-motion movie where it looks like my hands bring the box to life, it multiplies and then many white boxes become 3D and are built into various structures, the box then turns into a paper airplane that travels outside, crashes into a...