On the burden of heritage

BY KRISTIN CHANG Before coming to Sarah Lawrence, I never truly considered API (Asian/Pacific Islander) Heritage Month to be a real thing: though my high school was majority East and South Asian, we never acknowledged May as anything other than the hectic time before finals, or when the weather was just starting to scorch.  A…

Scar Story

by Keya Acharya  *Trigger Warning: Sexual Violence/ Trauma    Scar Story   there’s one on the back side of my funny bone from when the doctor injected numbing cream and then twisted a metal circle piece into my arm and dug the skin out   a long skinny one on my toe (the sides of…

I Will Never Be Cho Chang

BY KRISTIN CHANG In fifth grade, I dressed up as Hermione Granger for Halloween. My costume was made entirely of household parts: my wand was a chopstick, my robe was stitched from an old baby blanket, and I’d drawn red and gold stripes onto a napkin for a tie. I was proud of my costume,…

The Sukkah Right in Front of Me

BY SHLOIMY ZENWIRTH To most of you passing by it, the Sukkah will not elicit any emotions. For some, it fills them with positive feelings. But having the Sukkah put up 250 feet away from my college bedroom fills me with anguish/claustrophobia/negative flashbacks. The Sukkah brings back some terrible feelings. It brings up the times…

A Nice Clear Explosion

A Nice Clear Explosion by E.Hammett  My friend, I can’t help but notice that lately you’ve been trying on a repugnant word. Maybe it looked cool on others; maybe it gave them some powerful façade. Maybe they could own it. Perhaps it made them seem funny; perhaps it was a punchline to a cheap joke rooted…