Metrolink to Amtrak: Time on the Train

two friends on the train
By Becky Zhang ‘22 My first semester at Pomona was unforgettably fun and eye-opening. While my friends and I made ample use of the seven dining halls, five campuses, sunshine, cafés, and thrift stores in Claremont, we occasionally took the Metrolink train into L.A. in search of places and activities to explore outside the 5C bubble. We really made use of the city, a short an...
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Pomona and Entrepreneurship on Campus: My Experience

Toran in Based New Orleans T-shirt
by Toran Langford ‘21 This is a meditation on the roots of my entrepreneurship and what I aim to accomplish by creating a new brand. I’ve always been interested in researching the history of African countries. During a really radical stage in my life, I did extensive research on Ancient Kemet, or Egypt. There are many modern scholars like W. E. B. Du Bois, Chancellor Will...
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“You Can Truly Reinvent Yourself in College”

field trip to archaeology museum
By Daphne Chapline ‘22 While visiting other colleges, I was astonished to hear that, in many places, you need to know your major as soon as you apply, and students find it extremely difficult to switch majors once they have declared. As a young person, I find it scary to think that at such a formative time in our development, we have to make a (somewhat) pivotal decision abo...
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Reflections on Life and Death

Marie with her mother at Pomona
By Marie Tano ‘21 Winter break 2017, my first college break, was my first time being home since moving away for college. The only thing that I remember from the break was complaining to my mom about our bare and empty refrigerator, broken heating system, and broken water heater. This winter break, I spent it planning the funerals of both my mother and my grandmother. I ha...
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First-Year Blues

By Daphne Chapline '22 My parents were not ready to become empty-nesters, and this baby Sagehen was certainly not ready to leave the nest last August. I had to leave my childhood home of 18+ years, my loving parents, and friends who had become family. I had established myself in the context of my community. When I came to Pomona, I felt like I left a big part of my identity ...
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When Privilege and Oppression Intersect

By Marie-Emmanuelle Tano '21 My name is Marie-Emmanuelle Tano. I am an Ivorian-American, and I am privileged. As an undisputed American citizen, born and raised in North Atlanta, I have never had to worry about legal privileges in being able to qualify for things like state insurance and government aid. Additionally, I have never had to defend my right to live in this cou...
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Lessons from a Community College Transfer Student

By Blake Plante '19 It’s moments like sitting in front of a disheartened community college counselor when you realize how little is expected from you by this world. Don’t get me wrong. I met inspiring and encouraging people at community college, and it was their encouragement that gave me the confidence to aim high. But, like the motto of the TV show Community goes, if you g...
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The Over-Enrolled Student

By Blake Plante '19 What started as a mission to diversify myself became an addiction. At first, excited by so many course offerings and disappointed that I was limited to only a few, I decided not to worry myself with limits and filled my schedule with an unwise quantity of courses. I’ve since taken 68 college classes. Here are a few things I’ve learned about over-enroll...
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Feeding Body and Soul

By Sarah Binau ‘19 As I look forward to my fourth and final year at Pomona, I realize how many wonderful, invigorating, and often strange adventures Los Angeles and its neighbors have offered me these past three years. I have been fed—literally and figuratively—in more ways than I can count. Here is a brief, by no means exhaustive, list of ways I’ve kept my body and soul ful...
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The Bridge Between College and Home

By Nick Timms '21 My mom told me once (well, more than once) that I had two options: go to college or look for another place to call home. Naturally, I went with the first of the two choices. She knew that, following the clichéd mantra, college was the “key to success.” And I wanted to go myself. No longer having to ask her if I could go out, and being able to figure out all...
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