I never take flyers on Bruin Walk.
Instead, I feel like I’ve perfected saying, “No, sorry” or staring straight ahead when someone extends a flyer in my direction.

I knew I wanted to be a part of the Daily Bruin even before I came to UCLA.
But when I joined Outreach as a freshman in October 2021, I didn’t know how big of an impact joining a new seven-person section would have on my college experience.

I almost didn’t come to UCLA.
You could probably count on one hand the number of students who attended an Ivy League university in the history of my high school.

It is June – and if the poets are right, I ought to be tired of being brave.
Perhaps that reads at odds with the headline of what is my final byline, but I’m unusually at a loss for words.

No one ever warns you of just how hard college is.
When I first shared my acceptance to UCLA, I was met with overwhelming and contagious excitement.

If destiny is real, then mine was born on the lawn of the Franklin D. Murphy Sculpture Garden.
In 1969, my grandfather was walking to a Peter, Paul and Mary concert when he saw my grandmother sitting on a bench.

Normally, you want to have some idea of what you are going to do after finishing college.
For a second there, I thought I knew.
But now, when people ask me my plans after I graduate, I give them a long-winded answer that can simply be summed up as: I’m still trying to figure it out.