MERGED: Art & Identity

A few weeks ago, a few friends and I submitted an art project entitled MERGED to The Balcony art show. It was my first time participating in an art show at Pomona, and it was a really neat experience. (I might be overblowing my role in the project -- mostly I connected the people who thought up and designed the project, helped write the artist statement, then showed up to a...
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Life as a Low-Income, First-Generation Student

When I first entered Pomona College I wasn't entirely sure what my identity as a first-generation, low-income student was. Most of the time at my somewhat elite high school, class was never brought up and was something I was always trying to suppress. I often felt ashamed when I couldn't afford the latest fashion trends, or left out when people would talk about the places they ...
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Southern in Southern California

Regional difference was something I expected to be a challenge when I came to California. I love it here at Pomona College, but even the college recognizes its lack of representation of students from the South. In welcoming the Class of 2018, the admission office celebrates "a particularly strong increase in students from the South [+45%]." Of course, the percentage increased m...
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For the Prospective International Student Wondering About Comfort Zones

As the head mentor for the International Student Mentor Program (ISMP), I have always felt that the presence of international students on campus brings an interesting dynamic to campus life. We grew up in different environments and cultures (what Bourdieu calls habitus), and the things we do and say here sometimes challenge assumptions that students and professors make both in ...
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Resources at Pomona

Pomona always has so many great resources to offer
A new land. A new territory. A new adventure…  Everything will be new, or so it seems. I can imagine, if you are a newly admitted student, how complicated your feelings must be. You are excited, you are overwhelmed, and you are nervous as you prepare to bid farewell to your high school career and move on to college. If you are an international student, you might feel even mo...
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Hairitage: The Black Hair Conference

Last week I got the chance to participate in the 3rd annual Black Hair Conference here at Pomona College. The event, sponsored by the Pan African Student Association (PASA), started as a space to start dialogue about the politics of Black hair amongst the Black community from the Claremont Colleges and beyond. This year, the dinner/conference was at full capacity as hosts C...
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Reading, Locations, and Race

"America talks too much about race. America also talks too little about race." These are lines from award-winning Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s latest novel Americanah that echo in my head. I read Adichie’s book last summer, since it was the Pomona College summer reading assignment. As I read, I jolted down some questions, which I hoped to ask the author (who gave ...
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An Added Richness We Cannot Afford to Overlook

I still remember the day in mid-March when we were sitting down to discuss what Study Abroad required of us and what we should expect from being away. One of the statements that will forever remain in my thoughts is the following: "Don't expect Pomona College abroad--if you want Pomona College, then stay here." This was stated by Rhoda, the director of the Study Abroad Of...
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For the Prospective International Student (Especially Those of Asian Descent)

I am Yttrium Sua, a senior double majoring in anthropology and environmental analysis. I come from the tropical island-nation of Singapore and I spent my junior year abroad in Kyoto, Japan. In my post, I hope to provide another perspective, to relate some of the things I have been exposed to during my 4 years in college and in the US – things I have experienced as a Pomona C...
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A Meditation on Culture/Internationalism

Drip. I sigh as I brush my damp hair out of my eyes. Drip. Another sigh. Drip. “Where’s that sound coming from?” My hand moves to my forehead again as I get up from my prone position. A flash of light. The sound of rain pattering violently on tile. “Ah.” I shuffle wearily to the window. “That’s where the drip came from.” “About time,” my mom grumbles in ...
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