He now goes by Shaikh J.(Jamal) Al-Latif Jaabir

A twist, a sniff, and a flush of red.

Tears ran down my cheeks, yet my mind mustered no thought other than the fact that her breath smelled distinctly of freshly consumed Law-School-provided white claws.

‘you’re so hot! You’re the most professional girl in the world!’ 

I put in so much work into my ice breaker and they literally don’t care if I die or not.

Some things are more beautiful when they are left as ideas.

THIS IS FACETIOUS I PROMISE THIS IS IN JEST THIS IS FROLICSOME ALL IS WELL

From the GSRs, the Wharton students who book them can see every non-Wharton student, but these second-class citizens will never know whether or not they are being watched.

Whatever happened to DEI?

She was colors and light. She was clouds and trees. She was the water my mother drank while we were in her womb. We are twins, could you have guessed?

Read a poem. Write a poem. Make the mistake of starting something new.

Perhaps whatever plastic surgery the keypad of this turnstile got is what fixed all of its problems, and maybe that can be a metaphor for me as well – who will be the plastic surgeon to my heart? 

I mean...what a fucking creep, right?

The majority of what you heard about this writing publication is true: half of us are gay, half of us are going into consulting, all of us are an NYC 8 at least.

You can’t blame their blabbering and the rainy weather forever

If someone reads this and knows what she uses please reach out & let me know ASAP.

Are you an absolute loser who’s still lugging it through the final parts of rushing & aren’t sure if you’ll make it? Don’t worry! We got you covered.

I am now one Telfar and/or Marc Jacobs away from fully comprehending Penn-womanhood.

Having Halal Food Won't Absolve You of Your Sins

A recounting of pre-break events