Written by Carolyn Kuimelis A swarm of students—all dressed from head to toe in red and black— crowd the senior quad, shout cheers and watch in anticipation as their classmates go head-to-head in competition. It’s the most anticipated time of year— the week where differences are put aside...

Written by Carolyn Kuimelis I’ve always been the curly-haired exception in my family. When I was younger, my relatives oohed and ahhed at my curls, and my grandma would tell me how jealous she was of my hair. I, however, found my unruly locks to be more of a curse than a blessing. My mom had pin-straight...