“What do you mean, you lost your cat?” I asked, trying desperately not to sound annoyed. After three weeks of pathetic excuses, it was a sorry attempt at retaining my cool and collected façade. He told me again that he wasn’t able to make the shoot because his mother was too upset about the lost cat. Not seeing how his mother had anything to do with him driving ten minutes to my house, I answered curtly, “Alright then,...

Film, architecture, and urban planning are as much a part of my life as eating three square meals a day. The idea of simply choosing one makes my palms start to sweat, and thankfully at Brown, I don’t have to choose. At other colleges or universities, I might have to abandon two of my three passions to enter into a track that focuses on just one; but at Brown I can design my own curriculum based on the three...

‘Rowing’ is the name of the sport. ‘Crew’ is a nonspecific name for a rowing team. It is not a “Crew Team.” You cannot “do crew” or “row crew.” Such was the information I received on my first day at Charlotte Youth Rowing (CYR), a youth rowing club I joined in the spring of tenth grade. After seven years of year-round swimming, I was ready for a change. At the time, I was going through a particularly rough stretch in...

“No... the real American has not yet arrived. He is only in the Crucible, I tell you—he will be the fusion of all races, perhaps the coming superman.” Such is the claim Israel Zangwill makes in his turn of the century play, The Melting Pot. But at age twelve, I was convinced this “superman” had already come, emerging from Zangwill’s metaphorical Crucible with untapped power resting just below the surface of his familiar skin. This man, heralding from...

My favorite course that I've taken at Brown so far has been Crime and the City, taught by Stefan Bloch, PhD. The course deals with really topical issues like overpolicing, criminalization of black and brown bodies, and Broken Windows...