As my first year at Northwestern comes to an end, I’m reflecting on my time in the classroom. For the most part, I thrive on spirited discussions in classes with fewer than 20 students. I treasure the knowledge I’ve accumulated through such classes, but I regret the discomfort such intimate settings have caused me.
I used to be an actor. I was a classic theatre kid all throughout middle and high school, the kind who listened to musicals, obsessed about upcoming auditions and took acting classes after school. I know what method acting is. I can hit a high C, and I’ve spat out some monologues enough times.
I did it. After the staff of Northwestern’s Gender and Sexuality Resource Center (GSRC) reached out to me via email, I was able to go to the Wildcard Office with a friend to correct the names on our cards, changing them to our preferred ones for free. I couldn’t stop smiling the entire rest of.
I hate my Wildcard. Not because my photo is outdated or cringeworthy, but because Northwestern misspelled my preferred name so completely that the letters on the card actually spell my legal name! Isn’t that such a totally wild coincidence? I faced crushing disappointment last August when I tore open my mail, only to find a.
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