You are here. You are at the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. For the past four years, you have been walking the streets of Greenwich Village and writing the story...
In the syllabus for Shelley Rice’s Toward a Critical Vocabulary, a cross-listed Art History and Photography seminar offered every fall semester, a five-paragraph description...
The F train began to pull into its final station in Coney Island. Even though I was unsure of what would happen next, I knew that I was in the right place. That afternoon I was...
There are moments when I forget I live in New York City. I know that probably sounds ridiculous, but sometimes it is easy to get caught up in the daily routine. The alarm goes...
Just as the weather is getting warmer, the air is relaxing to a sweet breeze and the fountain turns back on, I’m taken back to a quiet place in my memory, three years and one...
Trying to sum up what I’ve learned in college in 500 words or less seems ridiculous. How can I condense the last few years of my life down to some profound truth that other soon-to-be-alumni...
