But none of us alive today will probably ever know the ultimate fate of our world. Our efforts are all we have.

That’s because being a bridge student is nothing to be ashamed of; if there is shame, it lies only with the institution itself.

The inalienable fact of life being Black, as well as being an immigrant is building a home out of the unfamiliar.

I feel like I slipped out the back door one night and never returned home.

This was an incredibly dense crash course into science journalism and seems to have successfully prepared me for a future in it.

As the months wore on, I began to dread going to work but I didn’t know how to take a break. I didn’t know that quitting was an option.

At the same time, this work is still the most fulfilling I’ve ever had, and I am confident in my choice to continue a journalism career.

Almost teared up when one past fellow said “if you are here, you are good enough.” Recovering from academitis where it seldom felt that way.

Maybe I would thrive in a traditional newsroom. Who knows? But right now, I believe TCUS is the right place for me.

The solution to this problem is seemingly simple, but is convoluted by politics: Keep what you will definitely need, donate the rest!