Nearly four years ago today, a meek and uninspired caricature of myself stumbled into his first ever meeting with the Michigan Review, hoping to find a welcoming community through which he could vent his frustrations into the ether of campus reporting. What he found instead was an admittedly lackluster gathering of only six or seven […]
As a graduated senior, I cannot imagine leaving Ann Arbor without paying tribute to the Michigan Review. The Review was one of the first organizations in which I became involved as a University of Michigan freshman. I vividly remember my first meeting. Sitting among a handful of active editors and writers, I felt young and […]
It is difficult for me to overstate the impact the last four years here at the University of Michigan have had on me: personally, socially, and intellectually. I grew immensely as a person, learning much about myself that will continue to serve me for the rest of my life. I made lasting friendships and connected […]
I’ve only found Ann Arbor from an airplane once. Thanks to the Big House, I got lucky one particularly bright afternoon and found the maize block M emblazoned on the back of one of the Jumbotrons from 30,000 feet above it. From there, I traced Hoover Street to State Street with my eyes as I […]
