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Identity is ever-changing
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Over the past four years, I’ve grinded through pointless homework assignments, IB classes and late nights with one glimmer of hope in mind: college. I pictured myself walking around my college town, surrounded by new faces, getting ready to go out that night and feeling like a new and better version of myself. I…
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My identity is in my name
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As summer came to an end, the inevitable ring of the first school bell brought a new year of teachers inquiring about my name. While my name is definitely not unique, it is slightly long and has a variety of nicknames. “Elizabeth,” they call, followed by “any nicknames?” Every year, my response is the…
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Facing fear and isolation in today’s political climate
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I have an incredibly vivid memory of crying in my room the night that Donald Trump was elected as president last year. As someone who had recently accepted their queer identity and begun to accept their gender identity, seeing the voting map slowly turn more and more red was so incredibly disheartening and gut-wrenching.…