Dispatches from the Dorm
If home is where the heart is, I’ve left that beating organ of mine in the second shower stall of a bathroom I refuse to be barefoot in.
If home is where the heart is, I’ve left that beating organ of mine in the second shower stall of a bathroom I refuse to be barefoot in.
In a school of nearly 50,000 talented students, how in the world do you connect them all?
UCLA Radio’s Campus Stories presents our third interview with non-traditional Anthropology fourth year transfer Kassi Gooch. At 39, Kassi considers her time at UCLA a “second life.” In her past life, she worked in the food industry as a chef. She speaks about finding a community on campus through the Bruin Guardian Scholars group, a…
UCLA Radio’s Campus Stories project, focusing on highlighting and humanizing underrepresented students on campus, presents our second interview with second year Public Affairs transfer Celine Truong. Celine is the internship co-director at Undergraduate Students Association Council Transfer Student Representative office as well as a co-director at SEATED, the Southeast Asian Transfer Enrichment Day. She transferred…
“When you first walk onto campus, or you’re first touring campus, you see Janss steps and that’s THE place, that is THE picture, you’re kind of honoring, or idolizing, the literal inaccessibility of UCLA“ UCLA Radio’s new project Campus Stories focuses on highlighting and humanizing underrepresented students here on campus. We hope to open a…
My mother never liked talking about her childhood. I grew up thinking she was from Los Reyes, Michoacan, Mexico; when I started writing this piece, I learned this was a lie. My mother is actually from Los Pallilos, Michoacan, in other words, el rancho. She describes this place as simple, a simple town with simple…
Memories of my childhood feel sweet and hazy. I recall going to the beach for hours on end, collecting seashells and building flimsy sandcastles. I think of my neighborhood friends with whom I’d create elaborate fictional universes, all of us acting as characters in the quiet corners of our cul de sac. I remember the…
I love being Taiwanese. But I am exhausted by it. I want my existence to be known, not debated.