It had been a few weeks since I last shaved my legs when I first came to Pomona in August. I was nervous, excited, and worried if I would be able to handle myself here. I was definitely out of my comfort zone—2,000 miles, to be precise. So, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t shave my legs for the whole school year. My reasoning was that if I could do that, I could do an...
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