I’m not a senior. But more on that in a bit.
Over 60,000 students applied to Columbia this year. Will the 51 percent spike decrease the achievement gap?
Every year in late March, all eight Ivy League universities simultaneously release undergraduate admissions decisions to tens of thousands of eagerly waiting high school seniors. For many, Ivy Day—as it has been dubbed by the admissions community—represents the end of a long, stressful, and taxing application process. With a single click, students’ dreams of attending the Ancient Eight either come true or are shattered....
As I return to Columbia from a semester off, I am confronted with the same jarring culture shock I experienced my first year—the experience of existing in a predominately white and wealthy institution while coming from a predominantly Black and poor community. Unlike many of my peers and many Black students who attend Columbia and other elite institutions, I didn’t attend a wealthy and white school nor was I raised in white picket-fenced suburbia. After spending my summer and fall in the predominantly Black and lower-income community of Crown Heights in Brooklyn, I return to Columbia with the same anxiety and feeling of foreignness....
According to a 2017 New York Times report, 13.4 percent of Columbia’s undergraduate students come from the top 1 percent of household income brackets in the U.S., and 21.1 are in the bottom 60 percent of household income brackets. What does it mean for learning inside and outside the classroom that the demographics of the Columbia community are so vastly disproportionate to the demographics of the country?...
By all accounts, I am a typical success story.
Dear Columbia Athletics and the Columbia athletics community,
At Athena Power Talk, founder of Working Mother Media talks gender-based discrimination in the workplace
Founder and President Emeritus of Working Mother Media Carol Evans reflected on her experiences as a female CEO in a predominately male profession at a talk at Barnard on Wednesday....
I woke up to a blanket of snow on the Saturday before finals week, and it was like a deliverance. My eyelashes caught melting crystals as I walked to Butler, wondering if there was an open seat. My cheeks stung, turning red from the intensifying cascade of white. It was a pure and temporary experience, a kind reminder that my current stress would pass. For a whole five minutes, the intense anxiety to secure a 4.0 GPA seemed fleeting, like it could melt just as easily as those snowflakes....