As a journalist, I’m bombarded by the tragic and morbid on every news feed, but it’s only now, on the night of the blood moon, that those headlines strike a chord with me.
For those who know me, it will come as a surprise that there is a part of me that I am fairly quiet about. However, most people don’t know that I have a disability. There are several reasons that I keep this to myself.
Columbia students with invisible disabilities need more community support
Our city is home to the “social sin” of inequality, and as Columbia students, we should join Pope Francis in finding solutions to these problems.
Have you ever joined a student organization just for the free food? Or gone through the arduous process of applying for food stamps—only to be denied at Morton Williams? What about stocking up on peanut butter and cereal from Ferris before the dining halls close for a holiday break?
It’s difficult in many respects to be a first-generation college student, especially when tuition costs are exorbitant. We need to stop blaming others for the flaws in our financial aid system, and start working together to demand change and fix them.
Engineering is an iterative process. As engineers, we design. We optimize. We fail. And we design again. We repeat this process until fixing our failures amounts to no more than tweaking the final product.
As Barnard scrambles to find a dean for preprofessional advising, pre-health students are having trouble navigating academia, paperwork, and applications without any guidance.
The way Columbia processes students’ mental health crises leaves them feeling like they’re being punished for not just breezing through four years of college.