Opinion

Column: The girl with the smelly lunch

Column: The girl with the smelly lunch

As the shrill bell rang, I excitedly opened my lunchbox, hungry and eager to see what delights my mom had packed me today. My face lit up to the sweet aroma of rousong bread, my favorite Taiwanese delicacy.  My peers, however, were eyeing my food suspiciously. “Ew,...

Column: After all, a girl can dream

Column: After all, a girl can dream

It was a Wednesday morning of the year 2015, when the usual announcement sounded on the rusty speaker in my daily 5th grade life. “Good morning ladies and gentlemen … raise your right hand over your heart ... ready, begin,” was the usual morning routine. It was spirit...