When I look at them, they are distant. All of my flaws, they lack. They somehow know everything about a campus that still feels so foreign to me.

I arrived at UCLA to embrace my future. But my professor sent me into the past.
My fall quarter English professor required that we source the physical copies of the novels we read in class.

“This is not the America I knew.”
These were the words my mother said as we discussed the fatal shooting of Renee Good by a United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent.

This post was updated March 11 at 8:36 p.m.
These are scary and tenuous times for many of us at the University. We’ve witnessed the federal government’s attacks on higher education and seen funding be curtailed and held back not only for research, but also the programs that support the needs of our diverse student population.

This post was updated April 9 at 9:19 p.m.
I am used to feeling like an audience member in my professors’ lectures.
Their passion for their research usually plays like a live YouTube video essay.

On Dec. 5, 1955, 90% of Black people in Montgomery, Alabama, decided not to take the bus.
They did it because they believed things could change.

It is easy for corporations to wrap themselves in green marketing.
Green marketing, in a similar vein to greenwashing, is the promotion of a product’s environmental sustainability.