When I first arrived with my group to WAWA, I learned from a staff member that some of the trees in this area were over two hundred years old. Many of these trees make up what is called an old-growth forest–meaning that this forest has existed and has never been cut down by humans. As…

Early in the semester, I once wrote:  My childhood, to put it bluntly, feels very “white.” Most of my friends were white, affluent, and religiously uniform. I attended Catholic school my entire life, surrounded by strictly white teachers and instructors. Furthermore, there were only three Black students in my entire graduating class. Reflecting on this…