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Wilber and Chuva
I have pet birds. Two birds, to be exact. The first one, Wilbur, can be recognized as a fluorescent yellow, green and black parakeet who likes nothing more in this world than eating bananas and drinking orange juice. She often flies around the house until she realizes she doesn’t know…
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Head in the Clouds
I awake, wrapped with my Macbethian embroidered blanket ready to tackle another pointless morning. The parakeets downstairs, formally known as my roommates, sing the melodies of the weather and stock market. Under my sheets, where I decide to spend this beautiful morning, I faintly overhear my faucet trying to maintain…
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Celebrity Activism
What does it mean to attend a charity event in a $10,000 gown? Whether it is hypocritical, ironic, or just inconsiderate, the rise of the celebrity activist reveals human criticism that is not completely fair. With idols such as Leonardo DiCaprio, Emma Watson, or Lady Gaga committing various efforts to…
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My Relationship With Privilege
Being an Iranian-American has always introduced certain challenges, but in today’s political climate, the issues are starting to pick up some attention. But believe me, the issues have always been here. In middle school, the kids in my class provided hilarious, original commentary on my life. Some highlights include labeling…
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Regina, When is That Song Going to Start?
I really love Regina Spektor. I mean, really really love Regina Spektor. It’s rather overwhelming. My first experience with her words was in ballet class in the fifth grade. During warmups, our peppy yet mysteriously quiet instructor played Fidelity on her IPod during warmups. In words, I can not describe…