Learning to love being alone

Five years ago, as a freshman in high school, I would constantly beg my friends to hang out and essentially do anything to get out of the house. Now at 19, with more friends than I could have imagined having…

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Being a POC in a pwi setting

Growing up I hated being black and I mean hate. It wasn’t just a mild discomfort; it was a hatred that consumed me. I longed to be anything but Black, anything but African. I wanted to blend into the sea…

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