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How Fashion Builds Community

Wednesday, August 5th, 2026
Photo By Alyssa Hong. Fit check for a grocery shopping day. Outfit details: Madwell cardigan, white tank, long jean skirt, and Trader Joes lavender tote bag.

Some may argue that clothes are a simple matter of wearing whatever is most comfortable, creating the illusion of materiality. Yet, the opposite can too be true. 

When the wearer chooses items based on color, shape, or design, they are often signaling something underlying. Baggy to flowy to fitted — the fit of clothes becomes an identity expression. Choosing to be comfortable tells society that you care little about what it thinks because you prefer being flexible, but in contrast, wearing skin-tight clothes can have the same effect. This is because the perspective is all about the person wearing the clothes: how they perceive themselves in relation to others and vice-versa. 

At my women’s college, fashion conveys what words cannot. Electric pink hair might mention someone’s desire to tell the world how lame it is to fit into boxes. Tuscan-style with chunky belts and cowboy boots arm people with a no-so-secret desire to travel (the pursuit of the most curious or adventurous types of people). Even things like the choice of loafers over sneakers could communicate someone’s desire to follow their own modesty or serious nature. 

Take, for instance, myself. I am not shy to admit that I am a transformer, always trying different styles and colors. On days when I wish not to be perceived, blending in with my own understanding of mundanity, I will wear baggier clothes with much simpler cuts, designs, or no frills at all. No make-up is automatic. Call it basic if you will. However, on days when I want to experiment and express my displeasure, the color black becomes instant. Coloring very closely to my water line, my eyeliner is smudgy, smokey, and sharp. Structure is one of the easiest ways I express my desire to curse society. Fitted tops with black lace and dark wash jeans reflect my rage and revenge, taking back my own body and face. 

Photo by Alyssa Hong. Another fit check. Outfit details: white cardigan, sunglasses, Hello Kitty bag, BDG jeans.

I may be a shape shifter, but that’s what makes community easy to find. Because of my interest in multiple aesthetics, shifting through people in search of belonging becomes that much clearer. I learn from people’s experiences, backgrounds, and interests through what they wear, where they shop, and which pieces are their favorite. 

Monica wears high quality pieces, unafraid of dirt but takes care of them. This not only tells me that she values the clothes’ materials, but maintains them through her sheer effort. Her lack of fear for ruining her clothes reminds me that she is here to live life through and through. She might seem picky but she is stating her unwillingness to be held back by society and never waits for the “right” moment. She is brave and determined beyond doubt. 

Kylie has an alternative style with flowy lace and an array of dark to bright colors. Her rejection of mainstream politics is truly evident in her taste. Sometimes though, you can find her in more comfortable hoodies or sweaters overtop a long white skirt. Her whimsical nature gently appears in these moments. She is persistent and sometimes unyielding but always knows where to put her energy and admit where she might find fault. 

Irene loves green and she tends to lean towards more comfortable clothes with a loose fit. She is very understanding and politically active. Her charm comes from the middle of the week when her STEM courses overload her mind, leaving her with no minute to spare. She is resilient and always adapts, sometimes not too easily. She is her own critic; yet, she is rare to criticize others. 

From asking where people get their clothes to simply shopping together, fashion has this innate ability to create bonds for people like an underlying signal of likeness. Subconscious choice transforms into purposeful expression; that way we show who we are to others and receive a response. Oftentimes, our expression brings us to become part of a larger collective like music in a way. 

Thus, our clothes become demonstrative symbols of us differentiating ourselves in a sea of 8 billion people; yet, we all learn to belong somewhere, somehow. 


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By Alyssa Hong

Alyssa Hong is a rising Junior at Barnard College, studying Political Science with a minor in English. As a first-generation, low-income student, she writes about moving across the country for college and its adjustments. She utilizes entertainment, wellness/health/food, and fashion/beauty as methods to making new connections with others whilst always learning.


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Sweet Suite: College Dinners

Tuesday, July 21st, 2026

At the end of Freshman year, the uncertainty brewed. As housing groups were made, betrayed, and dissolved, I had not made friends with many that I would have been comfortable housing with so I decided on the alternative: entering the automatic random placement where the school would place me into an open leftover spot. My plan continued until one of my best college friends, Monica, said that there was an open spot in her group and I would be guaranteed a single. Being in a single my first year was lucky, but being in a single again seemed like my lucky fortune was in order. Everything seemed perfect, yet I was uncertain because I knew nothing about the people I was to live with for the next year. 

I only briefly met my suitemates during one housing group meeting, but not nearly enough to know if I would likely get along with or be friends with all of them. Coping, I told myself that my room would be my safe haven for sleep and that I might rarely ever see them anyway. That was until I moved in. 

Suddenly, these people I had never known before invited me to their birthdays and hangouts. Their efforts to include me were never in vain as I always tried my best to show up and spend more time with them. I learned so much about these people through their living habits, hobbies, interests, etc. Each person was either introverted or extroverted, interested in K-pop or anime (or both), or were an early riser or a night owl. Their habits contributed to learning who they were as people, and our dining table became a staple place for conversation. 

At the table, we all hovered over our laptops and made idle chit chat. Soon, we played games here. Eventually, we hosted dinners here. 

Respect, courtesy, and friendship — the people I had been so overcome with anxiety to live with were some of the sweetest peers known to mankind; thus, we called ourselves ‘sweet suite’. As school started, we began to do what college students do: neglect social life, neglect our academics, neglect our health, or two of the three. Whenever we did see each other, it was the usual question of:

“How was your day?” 

The answer oftentimes was a combination of busy, tired, and stressed with any variable of academic work, career pressure, and emotional turmoil; yet, venting to one another got all of us through some of the roughest days. But as a small token of thanks to the kind people that let me into their circle, I decided to help host a thanksgiving dinner alongside Monica. 

Photo by Alyssa Hong. Sweet Suite’s Thanksgiving dinner set up at the table with fairy lights and plate settings.

Running to Trader Joes in the early morning, we went through the aisles looking for items on our grocery list. Cheeses, vegetables, and protein choices to reflect everyone’s dietary restrictions. Then Monica and I began working on the beef stew in the cramped kitchen that was uniquely ours. 

In a steel pot, Monica began cooking the beef until tender and creating an aromatic stew that filled the suite with a sweet, yet savory scent. Chopping away, my hands were busy making the ratatouille by thinly cutting the veggies and placing them neatly in a spiral against the glass container. Our vision came to life as our suitemates chipped in by putting together the salad and peeling pearl onions. 

Sweat on our foreheads, yet we were victorious. Thanksgiving dinner emerged after hours of our hard dedication and sore hands. Faint warm lights lit the table, our nametags marking our designated seats, and our plates of food waiting to jump straight into our stomachs. Around this table, we joyously discussed our plans for the upcoming break, where we would be, and what we were thankful for. Smiles erased the memory of our worst days throughout the semester, replacing them with the warmth of each other all in the same space. 

Photo by Alyssa Hong. Our homemade ratatouille after it came out of the oven.

Feeling full, I realized that my being was full of gratitude for the connections I fostered and everything I learned from the uncertainty I originally felt to the journey of friendship I ended with. With each day I lived in this suite, I learned something new about each and every person that I lived with. Something about their interests, religion, hobbies, philosophies, politics, you name it. Our little dinners, conversations, and game nights ignited a new found appreciation for our differences and similarities that all led us to the same place, at the same time. 

Thus, thankful cannot fully describe that sweet suite has left me with. 


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By Alyssa Hong

Alyssa Hong is a rising Junior at Barnard College, studying Political Science with a minor in English. As a first-generation, low-income student, she writes about moving across the country for college and its adjustments. She utilizes entertainment, wellness/health/food, and fashion/beauty as methods to making new connections with others whilst always learning.


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Eyeliner, Mascara, and Everything in Between

Monday, July 6th, 2026

The women’s college experience is defined by the expressive fashion, make-up, and hair that displays each girl’s personality. On campus, a European or Tuscan style uniquely signifies an east coast aesthetic that can only be attained by the Californian girls who have dreamed their whole lives of living in the big New York City. Others carry an alternative taste with heavy black eyeliner, vibrant hair colors, and many piercings to outwardly show their political philosophies. This is one thing that women all relate to: aesthetics. 

In the H-Mart by Columbia University is H-Art and near that is Teso-Life which are stores that cater to and carry primarily Asian brands for the high population of international Asian students at the institution. Recollecting a cloudy day, Ky and I ran out of makeup that we usually use. I had actually been on the lookout for a mascara strong enough to hold my stubborn lashes up all day long — something to withstand a thunderstorm. Browsing through the selection, I inquire about the mascara that Ky uses since she too knows the struggle of having pin-straight Asian lashes. 

“What do you use?” “I use the Clio one.” This is a Korean brand I was familiar with due to my extensive research late last night where I should have been sleeping. Many other girls raved about it on TikTok but I have seen it on Ky’s counter, in my peers’ makeup pouches, and in catalogs of HerCampus magazine of my school. This mascara is a connection for many of the Asian girls on our campus because we all have the similar struggle of finding just the right mascara to hold our impossible eyelashes up. 

Our network starts with, “What lippie is that? What’s your lip combo? What lash clusters are those?” 

Very often you can imagine someone’s personality through their makeup. Full glam beats signify people who take the time to paint the picture of who they are in the dimmest hours of the early morning. Messy mascara and smudgy eyeliner might signal a late start to the day or a message that says, “Do not talk to me. I do not want to talk.”  The choice of makeup reflects who we are to each other, but it also opens the door to connecting about our decisions. 

Inquiries into certain products or compliments in passing initiate conversations which lead to friendship. Helping others with their makeup choices is a universal form for connection that is not exclusive to women but most evident in women-filled spaces. Admiration for fun colors, doing each others’ makeup, and getting ready together can be intimate. You get to know a person’s soul in the accentuation of their eyes, lips, or nose. Connecting in the love of getting ready makes the process of makeup all that much more fun when in a room full of others who do the same but can also help you with unfamiliar techniques. 

I have often helped with eyeliner, lashes, or hair (my favorite activity). In the first few weeks of knowing my suitemates, I had one of them knock on my door quite suddenly. As an introvert, a pounding on my door was the last thing I was expecting but to my surprise my suitemate Pauline wanted to ask for my help with her eyeliner. I happily agreed since I enjoy doing other people’s makeup. This moment also allowed me to gain her trust and connect better with her by asking what type of style she was going for or if she liked how it turned out. She simply smiled back at me and said, “I knew you were the perfect person to ask!” Although I gladly helped her, I was overjoyed in feeling somewhat closer to someone I was still getting to know. 

In this way, makeup can be a source for connection and bonding. From inquiring about specific products, complimenting each other on the street, or anything else really, learning and connection is built into the practice of painting our faces. 


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By Alyssa Hong

Alyssa Hong is a rising Junior at Barnard College, studying Political Science with a minor in English. As a first-generation, low-income student, she writes about moving across the country for college and its adjustments. She utilizes entertainment, wellness/health/food, and fashion/beauty as methods to making new connections with others whilst always learning.


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The Art of the Food-Crawl

Tuesday, June 30th, 2026
Photo by Alyssa Hong. Image is of two cones of Venchi Gelato.

West Village: Rain is flooding the roads and soaking our clothes. Ky and I are sharing an umbrella while walking through Bleeker Street. Hunger shoots through our bodies, enraging our souls nonetheless. In front of us is our savior: a Japanese grocery store. We carefully wrap up our umbrella before entering through the doors. Snagging affordable sushi, our selections are being scanned quickly by the impatient cashier. I hand them a twenty and receive my change before I can put the receipt in my bag. I fumble. On the same street, we find our guilty pleasure: matcha. We secure a matcha parfait, napkins, and some forks for our food. It is only then that we begin to scout for a non-soaked place to devour our food. Pushing each bite into my mouth, the insatiable hunger subsides, overtaken by a taste of pleasure. We are not done. A sweet treat is a necessity to our food crawl before we may return to campus; so we hunt. 

Photo by Alyssa Hong. Image of Hojicha basque cheesecake with two glasses of matcha lattes at 12 Matcha in Soho.

Flushing: Monica knows food better than I know myself — a severe understatement. Monday, she feels a craving for hotpot and I, the tag-along, devote my Friday to scheduling our outing. With each day, I can almost smell the sauce bar. Friday rolls around and there is a fire in Monica’s eyes like no other: a fire that tells you it is time for a feast. From 116th to 42nd, then we transfer to make our way towards Queens. As we emerge, a sense of panic hits me. My vision is engulfed in a sense of crowdedness that I have never felt so helpless to. Taking my hand, Monica guides me through the maze of people to the most gorgeous hotpot place I have ever been to. A giant wheel sits in the very center. We order to share and the glory begins. Bite by bite, we extinguished the fire that began on Monday. Even soon, we find ourselves satisfied and grabbing the check. Every time is the same: Monica pays using her credit card and I sell her back. As we exit the huge wooden door of the soup-haven, we find milk tea surrounding us. Monica, however, is an outlier to this treat. She prefers the comfort of a Venchi gelato so we ride the train all the way down to her favorite location by 14th street. Sitting vibrantly, we are revived to our former selves. We remember the spark we had prior to the swap of exams or stress of early career development. We relax. 

Photo by Alyssa Hong. Hotpot spread in Flushing, Queens.

Local: “Have you ever tried MAKI?” This is how I spontaneously implore an idea to Irlene after our gym session. We are walking down Broadway after hitting the gym and I am in no condition to be starved. She luckily agrees to my sudden craving; thus, here we are walking towards Harlem. I order then she does too. She gets beef and I get tuna. As we wait, our conversation flows towards her week and mine. Soon enough, I found myself in an intensive discussion on race and gender in the middle of this small shop. Questions are being raised and we know better than to give each other fake assumptions. Taking our bags home, we head towards our dorm together as she is also my suitemate. Our strides slow to match our discourse about the world, and I take in her perspective as much as I can. Her insightful comments linger longer as I smell the sauces of our bowls leaking through the bags. My head is full of imagination — one about the picture of what this donburi will look like and two about the conditions of society and politics. From one another, we learn.

Photo by Alyssa Hong. Image is of a tuna doanburi from MAKI by Columbia University.

The essence of expected or unexpected food runs is that they create time for connecting with others and even learning from one another. Setting aside time to grab food with someone can be so meaningful even in the smallest of actions like choosing where to eat. It is an understatement to implore everyone to make food-crawls with friends a forefront activity.

In any case, your foodie author advises this as a crucial part of survival for college as a method to getting to know others outside the campus bubble you quickly become trapped in.


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By Alyssa Hong

Alyssa Hong is a rising Junior at Barnard College, studying Political Science with a minor in English. As a first-generation, low-income student, she writes about moving across the country for college and its adjustments. She utilizes entertainment, wellness/health/food, and fashion/beauty as methods to making new connections with others whilst always learning.


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Resilience in Routine

Tuesday, June 16th, 2026
Photo by Alyssa Hong. Here I am sitting in a field of overly bloomed tulips at the Queens Botanical Garden.

One of the most essential parts of college is finding ways to continue a healthy lifestyle despite having copious amounts of free will. For this, I suggest enrolling in classes with friends for things like yoga, pilates, or anything really. 

What started out as Thursday evening classes for yoga simply began as a question: 

“Do you want to try Fitbear classes with me?”

Monica, my best friend, asked me this during our first year in college after the first semester. Still timid, my voice appeared firm in accepting her offer but the tremble of my body could not shake this anxious moment. I wondered if the class would paint us as newbies and that we would be made fun of – superficial concerns which made no sense looking back because everyone starts somewhere. 

Our first class had me looking over my shoulder constantly. I put on my leggings for the first time since COVID era, which had me doing Chloe Ting workouts in my bedroom. Highschool kept me so preoccupied I only had time for dance club so I had wildly let myself go. I went down the elevator to the first floor where the water station was and filled my Awola full of water since I was not sure how hard I would be sweating for “vinyasa” yoga. 

I did not even know what “vinyasa” meant. 

I knocked on Monica’s door since we lived in the same small hallway; we were on our way. Geared with her yoga mat, leggings, and water bottle, Monica was prepared for the next hour of downward facing dogs later. As we rode the elevator down, my face kept making the same grin of nervousness. My hands shook like no other. Soon, I found myself in the basement of the main campus building for our class with my hand gripping the handle of the door. As I opened it, the world began to shine in on me. 

Starting by reaching down towards our feet, I felt the release of all my stresses of homesickness to future career anxieties diminish. Halfway lift — holding my breath, I stared at my posture in the mirror, diligently focusing on my body and how it felt. Then down into a down-dog while bending our knees side-by-side. Stretching my body through every pose was my revenge on this fast-moving world. 

With Monica keeping me accountable, I learned the art of yoga: finding stillness and intention. Each pose should be made with intent and slow movement rather than rushing through. I thought about engaging my core, where my hands were, and finally how my body felt. The tension housed within my joints transpired as I held my intention from the beginning of the class to the very end. 

After my very first class, Monica and I continued these classes even adding two a week to our schedules if time permitted. That’s how we ended up trying a Zumba class on a random given Wednesday. 

Without her pushing me out of my own comfort (my mind), I would have never found the art of truly slowing down in yoga. We still go to these classes only now they are Friday morning classes at 9 AM instead. We always find time within our schedules and are always seeking to learn something new in our fitness journeys like how to perform frog pose or a proper chaturanga. 

I have also learned so much about Monica from this routine. She prefers cardio whereas I hate cardio entirely. I found this out after one of our conversations post-class (Total Sculpt) which was filled with cardio. 

“I like it because you can feel it.”

“I hate it for that exact reason.”

She also used to train mainly using cardio for rowing in Highschool and still does for when she scuba dives in the summer. Whereas, I only did cardio for dance in Middle School which I still hated. 

Nevertheless, yoga, or more generally, fitness classes have become our routine to resist anything college throws our way. It is not only a way to connect with others, but a chance to learn something new about them and yourself. 


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By Alyssa Hong

Alyssa Hong is a rising Junior at Barnard College, studying Political Science with a minor in English. As a first-generation, low-income student, she writes about moving across the country for college and its adjustments. She utilizes entertainment, wellness/health/food, and fashion/beauty as methods to making new connections with others whilst always learning.


For over 25 years, the Campus Clipper has helped college students in New York City—and later in Boston and Philadelphia—save money and succeed in city life. We offer a digital coupon booklet with discounts on food, clothing, and services, plus an Official Student Guidebook with real advice on how to navigate college life in a big city. Our internship program lets students build skills, earn money, and publish their own e-books. Follow us on Instagram and TikTok @CampusClipper, and sign up for our newsletter to get deals straight to your inbox. To access the digital coupons, scan the QR code on our printed card—available in dorms, student centers, and around campus.

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The Unassuming Reality of Grocery Runs

Friday, June 12th, 2026

Friday mornings are reserved for yoga classes with Monica. Somehow the night before always without doubt entails going to sleep with wet hair. In the morning, I groggily look into the mirror just to jump from the horror of my black streaks crimped in uneven bumps. As well as I tame it — it never ends up being remotely normal.

This is how I greet Monica and how she knows I, unlike her, am not a morning person at all. However, after repeated down-dogs and chaturangas, we partake in our most coveted task of the day: grocery shopping.

Equipped with two bags, we hurriedly rush to the bus stop until it finally arrives late as usual. It is then that we wait 20 stops from our dorm to the 96th street shopping area that we finally get off. Starting at Trader Joes, she watches as I pile on a bunch of random ingredients to make my two-weeks’ worth of dinners and lunches. This is how she learns I do not typically do breakfast. Sourdough, honey-flavored greek yogurt, and a carton of eggs are always in my basket; she points them out to me easily.

“The usual?”

She learns my preferences by watching my careful selection. I show her my ingredients for my ‘world famous’ sandwiches while she takes on her own basket. If there’s one thing that our grocery runs have taught me, it’s that Monica is always stocked up on fruit, yet it is also the item that she typically finishes before all her other produce. Her favorite being Pomelos.

After Trader Joes, Monica is not finished as the second round is yet to begin. Whole Foods is our next stop where she gets all her meats and more fruit. Beef, squid tubes, and much more — she is not shy about her diet because there is not a single thing she despises and does not eat. Only when the cashier hands her the receipt can I feel accomplished, three bags of groceries later.

Three bags full of groceries after a successful run with Monica!

Each week, we continue this routine. I always scan the fridge for my own section to see what I have left only to find her side empty. When I ask her about it on Thursday evening, she smiles and simply asks, “Can we go grocery shopping again?” Unbeknown to most, within this supposedly boring task is a secret: the intimate nature of grocery shopping. Learning each others’ preferences enables a deeper understanding of a person — a possible conversation starter.

“Why don’t you like tomatoes?”

“Too citrusy and I HATE the texture.”

Not to mention, bonding over your differing or similar diets forms a more intimate connection stemming from our positions with certain foods. Choices in grocery shopping alerts us to what others enjoy, stories about such food, and vice-versa. When Monica and I go grocery shopping, I get to see exactly what she decides to fuel her body with and I begin to associate her likes and dislikes with our friendship. Her dislikes become at the forefront when we choose to make suggestions for recipes or restaurants or even ingredients to one another.

Every Friday, we set time aside to go grab produce together and it is a key reason that we are so understanding of one another. I get to connect with her by spending time picking out blue berries or strawberries while also learning what cuisines exist for her. Her choices all reflect what type of person she is and her experiences. Like when Monica picks meat, she prefers to fuel her body with the most nutritious and fresh items; getting meat only from Whole Foods and never prepackaged.

With each Friday, I get to know this and learn so much more about her. From what ingredients exist in her hometown to the quality difference in the United States, our shared time has let us get to know one another through discussing and choosing food for the week.

Although mundane, grocery shopping carries the power to make connections with others and learn constantly by reflecting others’ livelihoods. It is a unique college practice that I invite others to do. Form a routine with friends and take grocery shopping as a sidequest worthy of getting to know them better.

Grocery shopping can be bonding.


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By Alyssa Hong

Alyssa Hong is a rising Junior at Barnard College, studying Political Science with a minor in English. As a first-generation, low-income student, she writes about moving across the country for college and its adjustments. She utilizes entertainment, wellness/health/food, and fashion/beauty as methods to making new connections with others whilst always learning.


For over 25 years, the Campus Clipper has helped college students in New York City—and later in Boston and Philadelphia—save money and succeed in city life. We offer a digital coupon booklet with discounts on food, clothing, and services, plus an Official Student Guidebook with real advice on how to navigate college life in a big city. Our internship program lets students build skills, earn money, and publish their own e-books. Follow us on Instagram and TikTok @CampusClipper, and sign up for our newsletter to get deals straight to your inbox. To access the digital coupons, scan the QR code on our printed card—available in dorms, student centers, and around campus.

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Resisting Homesickness in Dining Halls

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2026

In a flash, everything I had ever known became what I left behind. Here I was standing in front of Barnard gates, waving goodbye to my last family members during orientation week. Watching so intently, my arms shook and eyes never left the uber that took my aunt and uncle to the airport. 

My feet shuffled through the courtyard as I scanned my newly-instated ID. Slowly dragging myself back to my dorm, time moved frame by frame. Eventually, I made my way to the corridor which held the only water fountain in the entire building. My legs staggered on their own as I paced through the dimly lit path towards the fountain. The bare white walls encased my body — my chest began to do a dance, an unbearable pounding

There at the water fountain was a girl, Diana, from my floor filling her Brita to the brim. We met earlier when our families helped us unpack our things and moved in. She too was Vietnamese; that was how we found connection. She turned towards me and smiled. 

“What are you doing here?” she inquired. Her hand lay on her hip as her smile transformed into a mischievous smirk. 

Flooding my eyes, my smile back to her broke into violent sobs. In an instant, I realized what I had lost — everything I had left behind. 

Diana threw herself over me; her arms wrapped around my mind tightly. She laid her head on my shoulder, and gently patted my worries away. After collecting myself, I slowly peeled away from her embrace. 

“Thank you.” 

No doubt I became miserably homesick. I was barely through my first week away from home, yet I had nobody to rely on for the simple pleasure of company. Without anyone to understand me, there I was in a foreign room holding all my things and regretting everything. However, as the sun set, there was a knock on my door. 

“Let’s grab dinner. Which dining hall do you want to eat at?” It was Diana again. 

Baked artichoke pasta with grilled chicken accompanied by hot tea and banana bread for dessert at Alyssa’s favorite dining hall.

Pulling me out of my encased misery, we headed to the nearest dining hall for dinner. Back and forth, Diana and I took our turns grabbing cutlery and then drinks. My stomach began to swell with the realization that enjoying family dinners was something I could no longer do until the next time I went home. 

“Are you feeling better?” She broke my spiral.

“Yeah, I just think I really miss my family. Do you feel like this too?” 

“Not really but if you ever want to grab dinner again, just call me or text me, especially when you’re feeling down.” 

I never imagined how many times I’d ask to go to the dining halls to escape my suffering. Diana, Monica, and others — dining hall dinners, breakfast, and lunch became my new normal. We bonded over meals and our time became sacred. 

Surf and Turf day with friends on the lawns provided by a dining hall!

Asking about majors and classes began a routine that enabled my exposure to so many people who might too feel the way I do. In an instant, a conversation about dinner at a dining hall turns into an intimate ritual of connecting with others by learning about their experiences. Not only can this dinner excuse connect you to a web of others, it can enlighten one’s perspective. Many international students, FLI students, etc. hold unique experiences that, when shared, can build empathy and understanding of other cultures when one takes the time to really listen. Thus, these discussions over dining hall food inspires connection and learning by exposing oneself to a variety of perspectives. 

This transformation did not erase my homesickness, but it eased it. Some of my best friends were people I got to know in dining halls. As simple as it sounds, one of the best ways to overcome this lonesome feeling is to fill it with company — a key tactic that I implore anyone to use. 


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By Alyssa Hong

Alyssa Hong is a rising Junior at Barnard College, studying Political Science with a minor in English. As a first-generation, low-income student, she writes about moving across the country for college and its adjustments. She utilizes entertainment, wellness/health/food, and fashion/beauty as methods to making new connections with others whilst always learning.


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A High School Graduate’s Expectations for College: An Interview with My Sister

Friday, May 29th, 2026

With the 2025-2026 academic year coming to a close for high schools and colleges across the nation, I have felt a need to reflect upon my intentions for my next couple years of undergrad. However, this has also called for me to look back on my last two school years—to consider the growth I have undergone within the past four semesters and to recall my expectations for university as a high school graduate. Unfortunately, two years can feel like a lifetime ago, and I am sure that many, if not most of us, who are midway through our undergraduate years have difficulty remembering what we were hoping, above all else, to get out of university. So to better orient myself within the mind of an incoming college freshman, I decided to interview my sister, Gwenyth—a graduating high school senior and soon-to-be student athlete for the Lees-McRae College Division 1 cycling team.

Gwenyth repping Lees-McRae in her Senior Sunday Instagram post. Photo taken by @_laurentaylorphotography

I asked her a series of thirteen questions, all related to her perspective on the college experience before having the opportunity to even step on campus. But rather than having her expand upon what she is most excited about for college, we framed her expectations in terms of her priorities, plans, skill set, and toolbox, as they have been formed without the influence of a college experience.

When asked what aspects of her life she intends to prioritize, Gwenyth shared that while starting out her mountain biking career in high school, she learned the importance of maintaining her physical and mental well-being. She established a strong sense of routine by aligning the blocks of time within which she trained and finished homework with the times of day when her energy levels were highest. As of now, she expects that being able to effectively balance her sport and studies will prove to be her most challenging task. Her plan to ensure that she effectively cares for her health involves maintaining a healthy diet; settling in for bed at a reasonable time and getting an ample amount of sleep; exercising regularly—through other forms of movement outside of her cycling training; and designating limited blocks of time for her assignments so as to not overwork herself.

I was also curious about which resources from home and at her university she believes will be most helpful in aiding her transition and navigating the next four years. She shared that other than having learned in high school how to manage making time for schoolwork, the people in her life, and activities she enjoys—like drawing, painting, camping, and swimming—she expects to glean a large amount of support from her teammates, coaches, and professors at Lees-McRae. As for setting herself up for life after graduation, during the school years, she will likely end up dedicating all of her time to her studies and athletics while becoming more involved with internship opportunities that bring her one step closer to a career in physical therapy during her summers.

Many of us current university students may remember assuming that our experiences would look very much like what my sister has envisioned for herself. Regardless of this idealism, my hope for my sister is that throughout her college journey, she develops strong values and versatile habits. When asked which of such she would prefer to come away with, she listed the virtues of leaning into patience, peace, and rest.

By the time she graduates, I want her to be able to call to mind her intentions for her college experience while the thrill of high school seniority is still the fuel for her fire. My ideal is for her to appreciate the growth she experienced during her time as a university student and to be able to say that despite any interruptions in her plans, she was able to have it all in college and made every opportunity to learn—both within and outside of the classroom—worthwhile.


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By Lauren Gascon 

Lauren Gascon studies Media, Culture, and Communication at NYU and enjoys discussing people’s relationships with each other and themselves. When she’s not on campus, you can find her café hopping, browsing bookstores, or enjoying lunch in one of New York City’s many beautiful parks.


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Tasting with Thomas: Mexiterranean Grill Express

Wednesday, August 20th, 2025

Welcome back! You’re tuning into the third edition of Tasting With Thomas, where I explore the affordable eats that New York City has to offer. I’m all for the bites that are going to leave my wallet and my tastebuds satisfied, so today my friend Surina and I hopped on over to West Village’s Mexiterranean Grill Express to see what they had to offer.

The first thing I noticed about the spot was its’ accessible and popular location. No more than a 5 minute walk below Washington Square Park, Surina and I were more than ecstatic to have the option of taking our meals to-go for a nice picnic by the fountain. While the restaurant primarily serves as a takeout establishment, we took our seats at the table and bar seating in the entry way of the establishment.

Upon walking in we were greeted with a warm welcome and attentive service from the Grill’s waitress. We were each presented a menu with an expansive variety of options spanning across cuisines and diets. As a pescatarian, our waitress was kind enough to highlight some of the special offers that featured pescatarian friendly options such as the falafel humus wrap special or the fish taco platter.

If I’m being honest, it took us a minute to decide on our order. There were so many different options, and they all sounded like they would hit the spot. After some deliberation (and consulting our waitress friend) we finally decided on our meal.

We decided that I would cover the Mexican cuisine while Surina would cover the Mediterranean food for our meal. My side of the table was served two fish tacos, which were fresh and filling with their blackened tilapia, pico de gallo, lettuce, avocado and salsa fresca. Surina enjoyed the falafel humus wrap special that filled her plate with falafel, tomato, lettuce, cucumber, humus, and onion all wrapped in a tortilla. On top of that, Surina’s meal also came with a side of beer battered french fries (which are my all time favorite fry) and a soft drink, all for only $11.95!

Surina and I are two peas in a pod when it comes to sharing meals, so we promptly swapped out one half of the wrap for one of the fish tacos and got to chowing down. Funnily enough, we both enjoyed each other’s meal better than our own! Surina was quick to enjoy the fish taco right away. For her, the seafood twang paired with the Mexican flavored veggies hit the spot. On the other hand, the Mediterranean spices springing out of the falafel wrap were the perfect combination of comfort food goodness for me. Don’t be mistaken – we both thoroughly enjoyed and finished both of our meals!

While we were stuffed and satisfied after our entrees, we decided we had just enough wiggle room left for a sweet treat to top it all off. A few minutes later, our waitress brought out a warmed and cakey brownie for us to share. The decadent chocolate chips and fluffy texture were the perfect conclusion to our dining experience!

By this point we were grinning ear to ear from our full bellies and appeased cravings. We waved goodbye and thank you to our waitress and headed out of the restaurant to soak up the sun in Washington Square Park. While we were content leaving at the moment, we both promised our waitress that we were eager to make a return. With a menu that diverse, we’ll definitely be coming back to try more!

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Chapter 7: Facing My Fears

Thursday, July 24th, 2025

Driving always felt terrifying to me. It wasn’t just about the mechanics of it. It was the idea of being in control, or of being responsible for something that could go wrong so fast. That fear kept me from getting my permit, even though my parents had been pushing me to do it ever since college decisions came out.

To be honest, I had planned to take the permit test last summer before college started. But every time I thought about it, anxiety took over. Instead of admitting that, I snapped back at my parents with, “I’ll get it when I need to. Deep down, I knew I was just scared.

But this summer was different. I entered this summer with the thought of being a different version of myself. Part of it was because I was fed up with myself. I was fed up with the constant failures I have been witnessing. 

In college, I’m always the one catching up. The one figuring things out while others seem to be fine. And at home, I could feel the weight my parents were carrying—stress from work, bills, responsibilities piling up. They never said the words, but I sensed it through their words. And on top of it all, they were worried about me. Not out of disappointment, but concern. They saw me struggling in college, academically, socially, and emotionally, and they didn’t know how to help. And I didn’t know how to fix all this. 

This summer, I had made all these plans: To run every day. To eat healthy. To get a job. To become that version of myself I’ve always pictured—strong, disciplined, confident. But one by one, I failed to follow through. I let myself down. Again and again.

So I decided that I needed to take one step. Just one. And that step was getting my permit. I wanted to push myself out there and get that license. I know it’s just a test, but to me, it was like finding a different kind of confidence. I took my first driving lesson on June 18th. I remember sitting in the car, gripping the steering wheel like it was about to run away from me.

Fast forward to lesson ten—my hands don’t shake anymore. My turns are smoother. I don’t have to overthink where to look or when to signal. In parallel parking and U-turns, I don’t hold my breath anymore. 

The night before the test, I couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining every possible way I could mess up. At the testing site, my hands felt cold, my stomach twisted into knots. I kept telling myself to stay calm, but inside, fear was bubbling up. My instructor kept saying, “It’s okay if you don’t pass the first time; most people don’t.” And he is right. But I didn’t have it in me to fail. Not this test. 

This wasn’t just about getting a license. It was about proving to myself that I could face my fears, that I could do something hard and come out on the other side. 

Guess what? I passed. Yes, on my first try. 

But I know this isn’t a magic fix for everything. It won’t suddenly solve all my problems or answer every question I have about college, my future, or who I want to be. What it did do, though, was to give me confidence. Remind me that progress doesn’t have to be perfect or immediate. Sometimes, it’s just about showing up, trying anyway, and trusting in yourself. 

That’s the lesson I’m holding onto from this summer is the courage to start, even when I am scared.

Driving always felt terrifying to me. It wasn’t just about the mechanics of it. It was the idea of being in control, or of being responsible for something that could go wrong so fast. That fear kept me from getting my permit, even though my parents had been pushing me to do it ever since college decisions came out.

To be honest, I had planned to take the permit test last summer before college started. But every time I thought about it, anxiety took over. Instead of admitting that, I snapped back at my parents with, “I’ll get it when I need to. Deep down, I knew I was just scared.

But this summer was different. I entered this summer with the thought of being a different version of myself. Part of it was because I was fed up with myself. I was fed up with the constant failures I have been witnessing. 

In college, I’m always the one catching up. The one figuring things out while others seem to be fine. And at home, I could feel the weight my parents were carrying—stress from work, bills, responsibilities piling up. They never said the words, but I sensed it through their words. And on top of it all, they were worried about me. Not out of disappointment, but concern. They saw me struggling in college, academically, socially, and emotionally, and they didn’t know how to help. And I didn’t know how to fix all this. 

This summer, I had made all these plans: To run every day. To eat healthy. To get a job. To become that version of myself I’ve always pictured—strong, disciplined, confident. But one by one, I failed to follow through. I let myself down. Again and again.

So I decided that I needed to take one step. Just one. And that step was getting my permit. I wanted to push myself out there and get that license. I know it’s just a test, but to me, it was like finding a different kind of confidence. I took my first driving lesson on June 18th. I remember sitting in the car, gripping the steering wheel like it was about to run away from me.

Fast forward to lesson ten—my hands don’t shake anymore. My turns are smoother. I don’t have to overthink where to look or when to signal. In parallel parking and U-turns, I don’t hold my breath anymore. 

The night before the test, I couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining every possible way I could mess up. At the testing site, my hands felt cold, my stomach twisted into knots. I kept telling myself to stay calm, but inside, fear was bubbling up. My instructor kept saying, “It’s okay if you don’t pass the first time; most people don’t.” And he is right. But I didn’t have it in me to fail. Not this test. 

This wasn’t just about getting a license. It was about proving to myself that I could face my fears, that I could do something hard and come out on the other side. 

Guess what? I passed. Yes, on my first try. 

But I know this isn’t a magic fix for everything. It won’t suddenly solve all my problems or answer every question I have about college, my future, or who I want to be. What it did do, though, was to give me confidence. Remind me that progress doesn’t have to be perfect or immediate. Sometimes, it’s just about showing up, trying anyway, and trusting in yourself. 

That’s the lesson I’m holding onto from this summer is the courage to start, even when I am scared.


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By Marzia Seemat

Marzia Seemat is a sophomore at NYU studying civil engineering and creative writing. She loves being close to nature, especially at the beach. Her favorite things include good food, morning tea, hour-long movies, and spending time with the people she loves.


For over 25 years, the Campus Clipper has helped college students in New York City—and later in Boston and Philadelphia—save money and succeed in city life. We offer a digital coupon booklet with discounts on food, clothing, and services, plus an Official Student Guidebook with real advice on how to navigate college life in a big city. Our internship program lets students build skills, earn money, and publish their own e-books. Follow us on Instagram and TikTok @CampusClipper, and sign up for our newsletter to get deals straight to your inbox. To access the digital coupons, scan the QR code on our printed card—available in dorms, student centers, and around campus.

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