Similarly to what stranded sailors attempt while desperately searching for help, I was stuck in a bottle and sent across vast seas to a faraway and foreign land. In fact, the only contusion between the two stories is that my bottle had wings. This bottle bound journey occurred during the summer of my eighth grade year. My parents, both holders of immigrant stories of trekking to a county with a penny in hand and a head of hope, decided it...

Looking back, I feel as if I have been intellectually engaged all of my life, Calculus, Chemistry, and Model United Nations. Yet, the listed engagements are all rather solitary; one does not often discuss molecular structure with another in any intellectually engaging way. This history of solitary intellectual engagement all changed during an internship I was lucky to receive at Senator Schumer’s Syracuse office during my sophomore year. In this internship, every day I and the other interns would...

Try sports, I tried rowing and love it. It is worth...