But it turns out that these seemingly innocuous communications have become our school’s only way of disseminating information that, if announced another way, would have the student body up in arms.
Active inclusivity while here at Emerson will make tolerance the norm in our years beyond this institution.
I can’t help feeling like this world wasn’t made for me, that a Small Man is not a Real Man.
We should all be called what we want to be called—no footnote needed.
Politicians are the puppets, and we, the people, are the puppeteers.
Hip-hop artists are responsible for the messages we relay to our community about the current state of social and political affairs.
Silence is a tool of oppression, and by keeping quiet, white liberals further oppress those they seek not to offend.
However, when faced with the question of who’s driving us, we should also consider who isn’t.
This graphic suggests we're sleepily dreaming our way to graduation, living on our imaginations and pretty art. But we work hard here—through sleepless nights and early mornings, we are developing our crafts.
The closeness we feel to followers and virtual confidants isn’t real because it has no air to breathe, only a heart to “favorite.”
I’m also realizing the weight of the expectation that I have to go straight into the professional world after this.
As student organizations, it's incumbent upon us to work with SGA to make use of the growing surplus funds and create more fulfilling learning opportunities for everyone.
Joking about whiteness sometimes feels like a revolutionary act.
It will soon be possible to earn a living off of making memes, and I intend to be first in line.
We’re cultivating the art of capturing our world and practicing shapeshifting to effortlessly dance between mediums, always working to best inform, entertain, and empower.