It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re reading the Sex Issue of your student newspaper, likely alone. And there’s a distinct moment where you think to yourself: This is embarrassing.

I want to be able to see my sister’s high school play without shaking in the audience. I want to be able to visit my old teachers. I want to become a teacher myself. And yet, I never feel safe.

The audience, which largely consisted of Washington University students, roared with excitement as not one, but two WashU a cappella groups placed in the International Championship. While students’ performances ranged […]

It started as a sore throat that I blamed on my suitemate. She had lost her voice a few days prior, and I feared heading down the same route as I prepped for a cappella auditions. I kept up on my multivitamins, began taking vitamin C, and drank hot water as a way to soothe my throat.