Awkwardly, I walk up to a person sitting in the observation area of a Covid-19 vaccination site in Los Angeles. I hand them my journal and ask them to read the first page—no pressure if they aren’t willing to write in it. I sit at the Check-Out station, bouncing my knee up and down, nervously waiting for their response.
Read MoreThe Reily Brothers might be superheroes. At least, that’s how I saw them when I was younger. Big, tall, and strapping, older than me and cooler than I’d ever be, there wasn’t a task they couldn’t accomplish, a challenge they couldn’t conquer, a foe they couldn’t vanquish.
Read MoreI’m in the midst of applying to law school, and in January I sat down to write my personal statement—a critical component of the application. The prompt—infamous for its vague language—directs prospective students to “introduce themselves to the admissions committee” and “write about important aspects in their lives.” I’ll admit that at first pass, my mind went blank.
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