Illustrated Commentary: A Piece Of Mind
Every now and then I still find myself in a potentially threatening situation, and I start to think about getting a gun.
Every now and then I still find myself in a potentially threatening situation, and I start to think about getting a gun.
My mom was 21 when she got pregnant with me. She had to grow up faster than her peers, and take on a huge responsibility. Probably 10 years too early.
Recently, commentator Sierra Fang-Horvath participated in a school-wide diversity exercise that revealed more than she ever expected.
Juan Prieto, a UC Berkeley senior and DACA student, will graduate in May 2017. He worries that his plans for work and law school might become impossible under the Trump administration.
[Watching Trump become President] My rage, sadness, and apprehension blurred together into an emotional tidal wave. I wanted to cry, but instead, I reached for a tube of liquid eyeliner.
Thankfully, family, tradition, culture, and language don’t just evaporate. They’re just below the surface, waiting to be rediscovered.
The moment I stepped into a group home when I was 12, I felt like it was a mistake. There I was, with about a dozen other teen boys. On my very first day, I got into a fight during a basketball game.
After one particularly rough tournament, I angrily threw my bags into my mom’s car and complained to her about the guys I had to deal with. [T]o my surprise she told me to get used it.
“Back when my sister had an after-school job, she kept all the money for herself. I have to use my paycheck to help with groceries and rent.”