I walked into OCR suite A08 and sat down on the other side of a wooden table in from two white men in suits. They have my resume in front of them. They ask me about my experiences. They ask me about the company. I answer promptly because I did my research. I read their balance […]Read more "tell me about yourself"
I am not successful. I am not happy. I am not thriving. I am not the person that graduated from my high school — an aspiring pre-med student full of hopes and aspirations. I am tired. Relented. Every night, I smoke a cigarette on my balcony when I come back to my off-campus home. I […]Read more "i don’t get it"
Hi Grant, Thank you for completing the assessments for the Summer Associate Internship Program role. After careful consideration, while we are impressed with your background and skill set, we feel that your strengths do not meet the current needs of our organization as closely as those of other candidates. Due to the high volume of interest […]Read more "the sad irony of recruiting"
I came to the 88rising concert yesterday with excitement. I had earned a free ticket for my role as an ambassador, and I also to have had an additional ticket that my friend had given me. I took one of my best friends with me. After getting off at Girard Station, I walked to the […]Read more "choices to realize"
It is at this juncture in my life that I ask myself, where did I go wrong? Where, along the way, did I forget the importance of the future in context of the present? When did I stop asking myself what I wanted to do with my life and blindly started to follow the path that […]Read more "the cost of an interdisciplinary education"
Heavy metal softly played in the background. It’s the same vibe as Blackbird Pizzeria, another Philadelphian, vegan, heavy metal restaurant without, of course, the pizza. I couldn’t possibly imagine myself spending significant amounts of time here; it seemed like an interesting tourist destination, but throughout my short stay, I felt a constant disconnect between the […]Read more "grindcore house"
I looked at myself in the mirror of my friend’s apartment, listening to the pulsating beat of Pretty Girl playing at the darty happening next door — an event that I would probably never be allowed into throughout my entire life. I’m not particularly bothered by my lack of access; I have, after all, come to terms […]Read more "not enough"