When I look at them, they are distant. All of my flaws, they lack. They somehow know everything about a campus that still feels so foreign to me.
I arrived at UCLA to embrace my future. But my professor sent me into the past. My fall quarter English professor required that we source the physical copies of the novels we read in class. Read more...
“This is not the America I knew.” These were the words my mother said as we discussed the fatal shooting of Renee Good by a United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent. Read more...
This post was updated March 11 at 8:36 p.m. These are scary and tenuous times for many of us at the University. We’ve witnessed the federal government’s attacks on higher education and seen funding be curtailed and held back not only for research, but also the programs that support the needs of our diverse student population. Read more...