I know the season is upon us — for first-years, just barely settling into the college routine; for sophomores, emerging more eagerly from the social groups they solidified last spring; for juniors like...

There’s a certain type of guilt that accompanies relief. When you receive an offer for your dream job, then listen as your best friend frantically second-guesses her decision to pursue the career she’s...

Before college, I once had a teacher who told stories about how she had wanted to become a teacher ever since the age of three. She would describe how she came from a family of educators, how she played...

From serving as an Outstanding Senior chair to now a VPB Homecoming Chair, I find myself at odds with the ramifications of running the “Outstanding Senior” process. The process isn’t clean and there...

Arrival is turbulent. The shaky plane speeds across the rough concrete before gradually decelerating. Initially tense, my nerves slowly resettle. Through the tiny rectangular windows, a warm stream of...

In 2004, Vanderbilt made national news when a gay student, a male senior, ran for Homecoming queen. In 2005, the university discontinued the tradition of Mr. and Ms. Vanderbilt in an attempt to move away...

I am a Vietnamese American first-year student at Vanderbilt University who, candidly, has had enough with the slipshod utterances that manage to escape the mouths of my fellow non-Black peers. “I’m...

Let’s begin with a simple thought experiment. Adam believes that no beliefs are better than others, while Sally believes that some beliefs are better than others. With whom do you agree? If you agree...

There’s a great article on the internet about this thing called Spoon Theory by Christine Miserandino. Now imagine you were handed a fistful of spoons. Each spoon represents a decision to spend energy...

I can still remember my first visit to Vanderbilt after being accepted quite vividly. As part of a weekend-long open house for prospective students, I, along with my dad, made the nine-hour haul from Milwaukee...

I had no idea how miserable I was in Kissam until I lived in Towers. I spent a year and a half in Warren — in a double during its pilot year and then in a suite upon returning from a semester abroad....

I wake up 20 minutes before I have to leave for class, showering so frantically that I almost forget my shower shoes (a cardinal sin when you’re talking Gillette bathrooms). On my way out of my room,...