Many people identify my efficiency as the driving factor of my success, the very reason why I was able to come to Princeton in the first place. My efficiency has come to define my accomplishments and me. However, every night, when I lie on bed and find myself tortured by the thought of the few … Read more
I am 20 years old, I am a Gambian-American Muslim woman, and I am married. My parents did an arranged marriage for me in high school, and during the summer of my freshman year at Princeton, I traveled with my mother to Gambia to get married. Coming to terms with this part of my life … Read more
To be honest, I had a pretty severe savior complex. I was codependent. And like every human being, I clamored for significance. I tended to befriend tortured souls. Not merely people who were going through difficult things, but people who, as one friend once described herself, lived their dysfunctions like struggling poetic protagonists in artsy … Read more
In my second month of college my boyfriend at the time and I took a taxi to the ER — my pain was getting too high. As he loaded my wheelchair into the car, the taxi driver looked at me and said, “Do you really need that?” It’s a repeat of so many comments I … Read more
