You begin to feel how one usually feels after a few drinks: socially and morally conscious about your racial identity. 

Sinning runs rampant; intoxication, fornication, and spiritual deprivation all accompany “Meeting the Bros” or “dirty rushing.” However, there is a way to do away with this filth and rush properly – rush how Jesus would. 

Unbeknownst to me, that little bitch (read: fantastically successful and impressive athlete) just doesn't give a fuck about the beautiful things I have to say to her.

Despite never taking a dance class in my life, the representatives regard my pudgy legs and deem them “perfect for our types of choreography.”

I want to explore the world! I want my mind, body, and soul to experience different environments, different cultures, different halal carts, even! 

As I hobbled down the hallway, I took a quick glance to my left and saw my reflection.

My lightweight rowing team also, suspiciously, is all white. Any group of 5 that I create out of them has no Chinese people in it at all.

He’s just a man to me. I always wondered why I looked Wasian despite having a white dad. Well now I know, this fool failed the test.

Internships are seasonal, art is forever.

#3 may shock you. 

How was your spring equinox? I almost forgot to ask.

None of these words were in The Bible. 

Having Halal Food Won't Absolve You of Your Sins

Definitely the easiest of the two capitol stormings I have participated in in my lifetime.

not a veteran I am not a veteran I do not identify as one or more

A recounting of pre-break events

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 As Marx once said, “let the people darty.” 

 My hands are sweating. I’m Usain Bolt in the 2008 Beijing Olympics. 

I mean, it was a fun sesh, but super? I thought it was pretty standard, all things considered.