Just as the term “fake news” was in the American vocabulary for about five minutes before it was flipped on its head, I am hopeful the pejorative term “snowflake” as applied to college students might soon be reversed and applied to its users. It’s not just that the word is smug and patronizing. It is
I loved my time at Chapman and representing our school on the track and cross country teams. I was challenged to help the team to victory and to set personal and school records. However, one of my biggest physical challenges came much later, when I attempted to hike to the top of Half Dome in
The extent of my knowledge of my birth story is that I was born in Nanjing, China. When I was younger this one-sentence story was enough for me. It was a black-and-white fact. As I have grown older, and now am in my first year at Chapman University, I can’t help but question
I hate politics. But unfortunately it has been impossible to avoid campaign rhetoric the past few months, even though my mum has been advising me all the way from Egypt not to engage in any political conversations. She always says, in a lower voice on the phone, “You know, someone might be watching
Before the terrorist attack that killed 14 people Dec. 2, San Bernardino, where I grew up, was already famous for violent crime. Shootings came in three categories: gang-related, drug-related or police-related. Sirens were as commonplace as barking dogs and mailboxes. The violence is why people leave. I moved to neighboring Redlands hoping
As a historian, I’ve been trained to look for stories in diaries and letters, memoirs and government documents — in short, textual sources. Not in shiny metal. But last fall, on a research trip to Italy to complete my book on Italian Jewish history, I looked at another kind of source: bronze monuments. Monuments in
The year was 2005, and up in room 307 of Glass Hall, I sat by the window, feeling the California sun on my pale skin as I nervously awaited the arrival of my soon-to-be roommates, Karla and Kelsey. With a rush of enthusiasm, in they came, their parents in tow. Karla, her kind nature already
IT’S MORE THAN TWO HOURS INTO MY PHONATHON SHIFT, AND IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I REACHED A REAL LIVE HUMAN BEING. I HEAR A WOMAN’S VOICE AND START TO SPEAK, ONLY TO REALIZE IT’S ANOTHER AUTOMATED MESSAGE. I PUSH THE BUTTON ON MY COMPUTER AND WAIT FOR THE NEXT CALL … AND THE NEXT
Kelsey Kloss ’14, assistant health editor for “Reader’s Digest,” doesn’t recognize a world that, according to Instagram, is Lord Kelvin pink or Toaster yellow.
On a free afternoon during the Chapman University Singers’ Texas Lone Star Tour, we headed for Houston’s Museum District. Art, natural, history, holocaust, Japanese Garden – there were so many options. But I added another possibility to the mix.