
Letter from your Black Student Union President
I’ve been staring at this document for days trying to figure out what wisdom I can share in this column, trying to remember what I needed to hear as an incoming first-year.
I’ve been staring at this document for days trying to figure out what wisdom I can share in this column, trying to remember what I needed to hear as an incoming first-year.
As you enter the Center for the Arts Black Box Theatre, you can’t help but notice something out of place. The audience takes their seats, and two girls dressed in school uniforms come from behind the curtains and start to doodle all over the floor with chalk.
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