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I Almost Gave Up, Then Spring Reminded Me to Grow
Written by Ruthie Suarez This spring, I learned that life keeps going. No matter how many obstacles or difficult moments come your way, that does not mean everything is over. My junior year has been one of the hardest seasons of my life. I have had to deal with personal challenges, academic pressure, relationship struggles, family issues, and the everyday weight of anxiety. There were so many times when I felt overwhelmed, exhausted, and unsure of myself. As someone who has always been quieter and more introverted, I usually kept a lot inside. I was the kind of person who stayed in my shell, overthought everything, and hesitated before putting…
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A Reflection On Asian Americans’ Political Resistance
Written by Paulina Tep When I started my freshman year at UD in Fall ‘24, I was beyond excited to join the APIDA (Asian Pacific Islander Desi American) community here. Planning for college in high school, I was eager to finally escape the predominantly white community I was surrounded by. Despite UD’s PWI status, I knew that anyone of any background could find community here. So when it came time for the Involvement Fair, I ran to all of the Asian RSOs I could find. Since then, participating in these RSOs has been an amazing experience for me – the clubs are phenomenal at cultivating fun and cultural events. While…
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Ponyo: A Platonic Love Story
Written by Sophia Kim Studio Ghibli movies are always filled with a magical sense to them, and watching Ponyo is no different. Between the beautiful art style from Hayao Miyazaki and immersive music from Joe Hisaishi, Ponyo would make an amazing watch for Valentine’s Day, or any occasion! Ponyo starts off with the premise of Ponyo (the goldfish) wanting to become a human and experience life on land. Similar to the plot of The Little Mermaid by Disney, there is a feel of “love story” to Ponyo, but to write it off as simply a love story would be a misinterpretation. Ponyo is truly centered around trust, pure affection, and…
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Chocolate Meat
Written by Micah Dulos Standing on my tippy toes, I’d stand near my mom as her arm stirred a wooden spoon back and forth. Seven-year-old me was always piqued in interest by her cooking, at the time believing it was pure magic—like how Santa Claus always found a way into our house to eat our cookies from time to time. She would smile and tip the pot just a bit to show me. It was an opaque, brown—almost black—sauce that covered small bits of what looked to be meat. Its aroma—a warming, musky scent with hints of vinegar and slow-cooked pork—filled the air. It wasn’t a sour and almost spicy…
