I love to fail. Of course, the trailers of frustration and struggle that it tows is not desirable, but the outcome that it brings—progress, growth, maturity—are all worthwhile. My biggest (and favorite) failure happened after my transition from a public to private school, but the story starts much earlier than that. I never fell short of my self-defined expectations before Webb because to me, that was what failure was. My natural ambition perpetually pushed me forward and empowered...

My first memory of Barnard is my good friend’s navy Barnard crewneck. After seeing it repeatedly for a week straight, I got sick of wondering what “Barnard” was. I intended to quickly Google search it and skim its mission statement. This is not what happened. After spending an afternoon combing through the website, I came to the conclusion that Barnard was the perfect match for me for multiple reasons. One of these reasons is the opportunity to enter The...

While flipping through a Life Magazine recounting the 1960s, I came across an image of a woman whose name was not disclosed. In 1963, a photo was captured of her angrily dragging her son out of a recently desegregated school. Though she as an individual is not a familiar figure in history, her photographed opposition to the 1960’s Civil Rights Movement became a symbol for upholding the institution of segregation. While I would enjoy spending an hour with one of my...