CHARGED-UP RESULTS

I want to tell you about my friend Josh. There is something about the way Josh looks at the universe in this photo—calm, still, undisturbed by the infinite possibilities stretching before him. He doesn't seem overwhelmed by the vastness of it all, nor does he look like someone desperately searching for something more. He is there, in the moment, in that moment's fullness. And that, in itself, is a quiet kind of power. Josh is one of the kindest, most intelligent people I've ever known. He is also, in many ways, one of the simplest. He doesn't chase after things he doesn't need, nor does he measure his worth by the ever-growing list of achievements that society tells us we should accumulate. He is content in ways I struggled to understand when I first met him. I have always been someone with big dreams. I want more, work for more, and always think about more ways to expand my knowledge in a different experience from the last. And for a long time, I thought this was the only way to be. Ambition was the driver of all great things, wasn't it? But Josh—Josh made me reconsider the narrative we've all been taught. He isn't unambitious; he finds joy in what already exists. And that raises the question: When is it good to simply be happy with what life gives us? Society tells us to push, to grind, to never settle. And I believe in aspiration—I believe in reaching for the stars. But what happens when we have everything we need and don't appreciate it because we’re too focused on what's next? Josh isn't loud about his thoughts. He doesn't give long speeches or write essays on the philosophy of contentment. His way of existing is his philosophy. He's expressive in his own ways—through the silly jokes he makes, the rants about whatever show he's watching, or when he quietly listens as I do most of the talking. We assume that a simple life means a simple mind, but the most complex thinkers often choose simplicity. It is easy to chase things endlessly. It is much harder to stand still amid it all and say, this is enough. And maybe that's what this photo captures—the moment where ambition meets contentment, where we stare at the universe—not in fear, not in desperation, but with the quiet understanding that we are already a part of it. Maybe the greatest thing we can learn from those who choose simplicity is that life is not just about wanting more. Sometimes, it's realizing that what we have is already everything. Original Photo by Elisa Broche @eyesogeg on Instagram

I remember the first day I walked along the sidewalks, rich, dark green grass tickling my shoes,  while Bergami Hall stopped me in my tracks.  Time passed, classes continued, and relationships bloomed. The busy moments swallowed me whole and spit me out,  teaching me to slow down and take a breath.  I keep moving forward, not dwelling on the whispers behind me. Now, it's time—time to settle into reality.  Graduation is two months away, yet I have more to do than ever before.  My story isn’t finished; it’s not time yet. I’m not ready. This isn’t the end, just a turning page.  I’ve reached the close of a chapter, not the final act.  I started here, and now I’m moving on. My time here has ended,  but the wisdom I’ve gained propels me forward. I’m eager. I’m ready now. Image by Ralph from Pixabay

Well, no. Of course, yes cannot mean no. Or can it? Consent is defined as a voluntary agreement between participants of an activity, often sexual. True consent is not coerced, meaning consent is negated in scenarios involving force, intimidation or threats. However, this definition is too broad for the variety of situations that can occur. What if one participant is drunk? What if both participants are? What about individuals who cannot legally give approval, such as those under the age of consent? These are simplified situations. We've all seen movies where a woman feigns disapproval while contradicting it with body language and facial expressions. Films throughout history have romanticized nonconsensual sex and created the impression that women are always interested. Media has distorted the idea of consent, sexualizing women and emphasizing masculinity, while filmmakers have been pressured into reinforcing these stereotypes to appeal to the masses. So, how can one be sure they have given or received consent? The simple answer is to say “yes,” but it must be intentional. Body language must reflect approval. There cannot be hesitation or ambiguity; otherwise, the consent is technically void. It can feel like a lot of pressure to give or receive proper approval, and ensuring consent can be stressful. Here are some tips to ensure appropriate consent: Practice enthusiastic consent.  It may sound unnecessary, but it is a valid method. Enthusiastic consent is a newer term that defines a positive expression of consent. According to the Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network (RAINN), the country's largest anti-sexual violence organization, “Enthusiastic consent means looking for the presence of a ‘yes’ rather than the absence of a ‘no.’” This consent form involves extra communication and body language to ensure confirmation and comfort. Examples include nodding, positive feedback and repeated verbal confirmation during the activity. Do not proceed if you receive mixed signals.  Mixed signals are often a sign of hesitation or reluctance. If a person says yes but seems unsure, they may have felt pressured or are not entirely comfortable. No matter the situation, mixed signals do not mean “yes" and therefore void consent. Stop and ask questions to help them feel safe and heard. You can change your mind at any time.  Consent can be withdrawn at any point. Saying yes once does not mean yes indefinitely. Additionally, just because a participant gave consent before does not guarantee consent in the future. No one should feel pressured to say yes because of past experiences or their relationship with the other participant. Decisions should be based solely on the present moment and current feelings. If they say no, that’s it.  You stop, and you move on. There is no argument to be made. It is important to respect consent, as it reflects not only on your respect for the participant but also for yourself. Many factors can influence a participant’s answer. As mentioned before, all members of the party must avoid force, intimidation and threats. However, this generalizes a wide range of situations. Many forms of manipulation can be used to elicit a “yes” from someone who is unwilling. One of the most common forms of manipulation that impacts consent is guilt-tripping. A participant may intentionally pressure the other by appealing to their sympathy or pity , making it easier for the unwilling individual to change their mind. Humans naturally want to satisfy the desires of those they care about. However, guilt-tripping can also be unintentional. A disappointed reaction to rejection can unintentionally sway the other person. No matter whether guilt-tripping is intentional or not, it should not influence consent. It is not your fault. While consent is difficult to define with strict rules, it is simple to recognize. There should never be uncertainty about whether all participants are willing. Communication is the foundation of consent. In 2025, we all need to talk and listen to each other, especially in intimate situations. We should be able to express ourselves openly without judgment or confusion, while also respecting others for who they are and what they want. This is the year we choose to voice our concerns, desires and boundaries freely.

Taboo  is all about tackling the tough questions and seeking informed answers. I’m Taralyn Andes, and through my diverse experiences and relationships at the University of New Haven, I’ve encountered conversations that many shy away from. As society evolves, so do the controversies, and it’s time to explore them head-on. I know I’m not alone in this curiosity. To truly educate ourselves, we need to break the silence and start having the conversations that matter.

“I’m sorry your radiance!” I nervously bow my head, following my father’s example.   “Settle down child.” She began to walk towards me, each step swaying her billowing white pants. As she drew near, I couldn’t help but notice her focus being on the painting rather than me. A smile played on her lips— yet, that kindness never reached her eyes. It was almost upsetting seeing how her eyes cut into the frame, defiling it. “I can see why you were beside yourself with wonder, this is a remarkable piece” She declared, extending her starkly black-gloved hand—a measure designed to contain the heat and protect the healing touch of the Incrux. “Yet, I do wonder how it found its way down here of all places… No matter, it will have to be removed.” My heart sank. I barely manage a murmur “Your radiance, if I may ask, why does it need to be removed?”   She fixed  a gaze upon me, sending lightning down my spine, “Hmm? Clearly, it has no right to be down here of all places” she said, clear disgust in her voice “It would in all likelihood, serve a far nobler purpose among the Ashilyr, in the middle and lower rings. An apt subject for research, theological debate and immense discussion, the notion sounds incredibly riveting does it not?” She tapped the painting roughly, “its purpose is wasted down here, which just won’t do. It goes against the very principles of the Ashilyr. ”  Her words struck me down, a stark reminder of the immutable principles that governed our society. The Ashilyr, were more than just mere scholars; they were the preservers of our culture, our history, our “heat.” They were the ones who could harness Immolation with unmatched skill, a blessing crucial in manipulating the heat.  Their influence, however, extended far beyond theology. Many Ashilyr devoted themselves to medicine, science, art, law and deep exploration. All for our society's continuous evolution. But that would mean nothing could be wasted, even if it could bring happiness to those who really needed it. “... I understand, your radiance” I cower, grabbing onto my Fathers hand.  “Good, I consider any further explanation unnecessary. Whether or not I should have even had to remind you just shows the quality of your upbringing.” My Father flinched as she said this “But then again, what was I expecting from the lower ring? In the name of Deviri Layti of the Incrux, I hereby command your immediate departure.”   I tug on my Father’s hand, I knew we couldn’t stay but to be ripped from something that felt so right… It didn’t sit well with me. Deviri noticed this “Do not trouble yourself, child. It is not as though any of us shall ever behold the sky. Our blood  has sealed our fate, after all.” And with that, I was forced back into reality. My feet pad softly against the wet, mulchy pavement, the icy water splashing up with every step. My eyes wander, taking in the familiar structures  looming overhead like a dark shadow. They were like palaces suspended in the air, their bases encrusted with thousands of shimmering phyelia crystals. A network of bridges wove between them, all converging upon the towering centerpiece of the city The upper rings of Llanka are, without doubt, a sight to behold Yet, even those who lived there were trapped underneath the  unyielding torrent of rain.  I thought back to those paintings once more. The vivid blues, oranges, golden warmth of the sun… Those thoughts are overridden by the smell of metallic rain, clangs of construction and tides of crowds throughout the bustling streets of the lower ring.  Countless canals weaved underneath the bridges with boats strung along by morugs, giant serpentine slugs with four curved antennae. With their bioluminescent flaps to their sides, they would push themselves across the surface of the water. The effort was applaudable but the howls they would make were less than affable and utterly despair inducing if you weren’t expecting it. It started like a guttural croak but very quickly switched to a distinctly high pitch as if something was being shocked back to life. I can’t count the amount of times I almost fell into the canals because of a poorly timed howl .  Luckily, the art exhibit was only a few blocks from our home—a hollow carved into the tall cliffs leading up to the vast plateau of the middle ring. From the southside of the lower ring, we had a fog-laden view of the restless ocean. Silhouettes of unseen monstrosities lurked within the mist, their massive forms stirring the waves with each eerie, slithering movement. The Ashilyr  insisted there was nothing to fear—that the creatures were too far away to pose a threat—but that did little to ease my fear. Night after night, I dreamt of the fog parting, revealing their grotesque heads as they turned their sights upon the city. I shudder from this thought as we ascend the steep metal stairs, leading up to the haphazardly stacked,  hollows. We finally reach the door of Hoolay Hollow,  its rusted hinges barely holding onto the frame. We were told to slowly open it lest we’d have to worry about a draft throughout the Hollow. Though, considering the state of the cracked windows, that was already a problem.   A narrow corridor stretched ahead, flanked by two rooms on either side. At the far end, a small staircase wound upward to the next floor. It was tight and I constantly heard voices and all kinds of vivid sounds through the thin walls. Today it was quieter than usual, which wasn’t saying much. Though, I could still hear light thumping coming from upstairs. “Those Ihpi sure are an enthusiastic bunch” He sighed fiddling for the key to our room. “Yeah… I wonder why they are always wrestling?” I ask, rubbing my chin. He let out a confusingly loud laugh before opening the door to our room. I hear my mothers stern voice cut in as we enter. “ Ayha, you two came back quicker than expected!” She brushed off her hands before strutting towards the two of us, her eyes locking onto me “Ah, your hair is so messy— did you let her walk around outside like this?” She asked my Father. “Good to see you dear, and no it was just exceptionally windy today.” My father ruffled my hair even more “Don’t worry, Seneca looked like a cute and proper Itzan girl today. I’m sure everyone was very impressed by her manners.” I pull my hood over my face to hide my embarrassment. “Mmhm, since you're here early, you two can help me set up dinner” My mother said, crossing her lean arms. “ Fir. and Fira. Li gave me some excess truffles, so guess what we’re having?” My face lit up. The Ihpi tribe was known for their food, and the Li’s would occasionally share some every now and then. “Truffle risotto again?” I asked eagerly. “Nope, truffle soup tonight.” She replied with a small grin on her face. My excitement faded slightly, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She patted my head, making sure to fix whatever piece of hair was sticking out “ Ayha , don’t pout. When you become an Ashilyr , you’ll have all the truffle risotto you want. Though by then you’ll have better options” My stomach churns as she says this, the face of the smug Deviri flashing vividly through my mind. Her belittling smile, the way she talked down father, the way she vehemently believed we could gain no value from the art. I didn’t realize how mad it made me until just now.  “For now, we will have to make due with what we have.” My Mom popped back up and started towards the kitchen. Me and my father stood for a moment before she beckoned for us to follow.

Neha Jelemu Contributing Writer In today's world, the intersection of spirituality and commerce raises essential questions about how religion is practiced and experienced. As an international student from Visakhapatnam, India, I have witnessed the commodification of spiritual practices—a phenomenon that challenges the essence of belief. During my travels in India, I stumbled upon a remote village nestled among breathtaking landscapes. What truly captured my attention was not the scenic beauty but rather an unorthodox religious ritual unfolding before my eyes. I watched as a group of individuals engaged in a highly unconventional ceremony that both confused and intrigued me. The scene unfolded with the solemn draping of a small cloth over a figure, eerily reminiscent of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. As fervent prayers and hymns filled the air, my gaze was drawn to a person claiming to channel the divine will of Jesus, piercing their palms in a dramatic display of devotion. A myriad of questions flooded my mind. Why would individuals subject themselves to such extreme acts of faith? What compels them to perform rituals that defy conventional religious practices? Are they driven by genuine belief, or are there deeper psychological and social factors at play? Having grown up in a family of faith, I often pondered the nature of belief. Does one's upbringing shape religious identity, or does faith arise from personal experience? Can it withstand the storms of doubt and ambiguity? As someone who values practicality and logic, I struggled with these questions—until an experience challenged my skepticism. One night, in the depths of sleep, I had a vision that defied rational explanation. In this dream, an onion appeared before me. Its layers symbolized the protection and care I could rely on, making me reflect on how faith often offers guidance in unexpected ways. Beliefs frequently emerge not through doctrine but through personal revelation. Faith is not always found in miracles or dramatic signs. Sometimes, it emerges through the subtle symbolism of everyday life. Like an onion with its layers of protection, the divine offers grace and guidance—if we have the eyes to see and the heart to receive it. In moments of darkness and illness, I have felt the presence of the divine. A quiet voice once penetrated the early hours of the morning: "I am with you." It was a reassurance that both shook and consoled me. In my mother’s embrace, my fears transformed into warmth—a revelation of a higher power. These encounters set the stage for my spiritual journey. From an inner warning that helped me avoid disaster to a comforting presence in the middle of suffering, I recognized these moments as intricate messages from God, deepening my faith. However, faith is not impervious to doubt. Questions plagued my heart whenever my aspirations were crushed, and my visions clashed with reality. Why should I continue on this path when another option seemed easier? Amid the uncertainty, a familiar voice echoed, reminding me to trust the unseen hand guiding my steps. Religious observance is deeply tied to theology and culture. Observing the Russian Orthodox Church’s standing worship practices in America, I contemplated the significance of enduring physical discomfort in religious devotion. The Russian Orthodox tradition associates standing during liturgy with reverence, humility and endurance before the divine. This contrasts with the seated, prayer-oriented approach more common in India. Why should we worship God through difficulty? From a theological perspective, enduring physical discomfort during worship can be seen as a spiritual discipline fostering perseverance, self-control and detachment from worldly distractions. While standing worship may seem intimidating, it serves as a reminder that different traditions emphasize different aspects of faith. Ultimately, the posture of worship should align with one's beliefs and spiritual needs, striking a balance between physical comfort and heartfelt devotion. As I navigate life's winding paths, I realize that faith is not a fixed destination but a continuous journey—a living connection with God that transcends human understanding. In a world often marked by skepticism, my purpose is not to persuade but to remind: the divine speaks softly, awaiting our response. As Revelation 3:20 states, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock.” Through this journey, I have come to understand that faith is not just about the destination—it is about seeking meaning, understanding and a connection with something greater than ourselves. Even in doubt, there is room for growth. Faith takes shape through struggles, victories and revelations, forming a profound bond with the divine. As we navigate the complexities of existence, may we open our hearts to the transformative power of faith, knowing that in communion with the sacred, we find solace, strength and meaning.

Federal Building On Tuesday morning, I led myself on a tour of some major buildings around New Haven. While the train stations I visited were too expansive to photograph, I discovered that many of New Haven's well-established buildings and landmarks look different in the early daylight. New Haven Green After getting off the bus, I walked around the city green a couple of times, gawking at the New Haven Superior Court. New Haven's Town Hall, shouldered by a few other sizable buildings, also basked in the morning sun. Surprisingly, the sunlight also bounced over the New Haven Fire Department building in a rather aesthetic manner. New Haven is alive. It is filled with the constant shuffle of people heading to work, school, the hospital, and so on. While the snow deterred the usual furry friends (squirrels), some birds still flew abound in the less populated areas of the town. Even in the cold weather and with piles of uncleared snow turning into sheets of ice, the architecture of New Haven has a unique beauty about it.

Neha Jelemu Contributing Writer We grow, mature and leave a legacy, just like the vine and its branches do. And there is unparalleled beauty in it. Peering through my window on an early Sunday morning, I catch sight of a tree with vines standing resolute, its branches reaching out like the arms of time itself. It has remained for as long as I can remember, its branches spreading out and remaining unwavering across time. It perseveres season after season—through the searing heat of summer, the ferocious winds of autumn and the torrential rains that try to bless it. Yet it stands firm, deeply entrenched and unshaken by time. Like my grandma, who at 85 remains a gentle force of wisdom and elegance. As the sunlight shines through her aged bark, I see her—resilient, resolute and lovely in the manner that only a well-lived life can be. In a culture where youth is idealized and aging is viewed as a gradual decline, I find it fascinating that beauty transforms rather than disappears. My grandmother's wrinkled hands, trembling gait and the fading brightness in her eyes all tell a narrative. Her journey is woven into every step she takes, much like the vine's eternal branches that have stood tall in the face of many storms. My grandmother, a woman of unwavering strength and discipline, has been the guiding force in my life. A guardian of traditions and morals, she has always stood firm in her beliefs, never swayed by time or change. Since my childhood, she made it a habit to have dinner at exactly 6 pm, a ritual I still follow—a quiet homage to her steadfast ways. During our tea times, she fondly recalls the little treats I once gave her, subtly ensuring she receives them again, and only then do I realize her gentle way of asking. She has never been drawn to fashion, always distant from her charms, yet she delights in the small joy of having her nails painted—only by me. In that small gesture, I recognize the differences between us, yet it also reflects the quiet, enduring love that connects us beyond words. She has never been to a beach. The grandeur of the ocean, the limitless horizon, the calm crash of waves against the shore—these are all unfamiliar to her. Yet, she has endured life's ever-changing tides in a way that few can truly understand. Despite losing her spouse before I was born, she persevered with unwavering determination, raising generations beneath her protective canopy. Looking at her old images, I'm struck by how time transforms us. Her once-youthful face, full of vibrancy and enthusiasm, has softened, exhibiting the signs of a life well lived. As humans, we fear this metamorphosis, lamenting the loss of our youthful attractiveness, but aging is a collection of memories, lessons and love. We all evolve, much like a vine tree that grows and sprouts new branches like the old ones wither. Some branches produce fruit effortlessly, while others struggle. However, every branch contributes to the tree's story, just as each stage of our lives adds to our particular narrative. Many homes cut down trees as they mature, deeming them no longer useful. But my parents elected to let the vine tree alone, allowing it to exist with dignity—just as they treasured my grandma despite her age. This modest deed has deep meaning—it is a tribute to honoring the elderly and recognizing that value does not diminish with age. In a world that frequently dismisses the elderly as burdens rather than reservoirs of wisdom, I find enormous beauty in accepting and loving aging. Our elders bring direction and knowledge, just as the vine tree provides shade and stability; their presence is a living history that we must preserve. A love like my parents' has shown me what true devotion means. Their marriage, a beautiful testament to resilience and care, has been a beacon of what love can endure. Growing up, I have seen the way their love has shaped the foundation of our family, guiding us through both ease and hardship. I've come to understand that love isn't just about smooth days—it's about building something unbreakable even when the ground feels uncertain. My father's motivation, my mother's incredible strength, my brother's constant support and my grandparents' wisdom have all worked together to craft a home full of warmth. Like they say, “A house is built on sand, but a home is built with hands.” Now I remember why this captioned frame hangs in our hallway. Through every challenge, we've found a way, and now our home stands as proof of the love that holds us together. Life is a journey, from root to branch, from dawn to dusk, each moment a dance. Every stage, to see ourselves in a song we sing, where each breath we take holds the wisdom it brings. The wrinkles, diminishing vision and shaky hands do not indicate deterioration, but rather the passage through a life filled with experience. Despite their age, my grandmother's hands continue to hold mine, guide me and develop me into the person I am today. In my eyes, these are the most beautiful hands in the world.

"No person in the United States shall, based on sex, be excluded from participation in, be denied the benefits of, or be subjected to discrimination under any education program or activity receiving federal financial assistance." These are the words of Title IX, a law drafted by Patsy Mink and Edith Green to combat discrimination in schools following the Civil Rights Act of 1964. According to the University of New Haven’s website, the Title IX office handles reports and complaints regarding sexual harassment, sexual violence, relationship violence and stalking. The website also outlines the process for filing a Title IX report and the different options available for those who have experienced these situations. To better understand Title IX policies, it's important to define key terms, such as consent. According to the law, consent is an active, knowing and voluntary exchange of affirmative words and/or actions that indicate a willingness to participate in a particular sexual activity. The law states that individuals capable of providing consent must be above the legal age of consent—16 in Connecticut—not incapacitated in any way and not silent when consent is requested. Beyond consent, the Title IX office and the university’s website provide additional definitions for various forms of discrimination. According to the university’s Title IX nondiscrimination statement, “The University is committed to preventing or eliminating all forms of gender-based discrimination in its education programs or activities by its commitment to Title IX of the Education Amendments of 1972.” Andi Rivera, a freshman music and sound recording major, shared their perspective on diversity and resources at the university. “I think it’s diverse, or they try to be, at least. I've come out to a couple of professors before as trans, and they've never tried to make me feel like I'm not what I am,” Rivera said. They added that professors have provided them with resources and connected them with student organizations after coming out. Rivera, like many queer students, expressed gratitude for the university’s resources aimed at preventing discrimination. However, they also pointed to a concern about racial diversity. "Most of the people I know are white, especially in the music department. Most students there are white," Rivera said. While they don’t feel singled out, the lack of Hispanic students they’ve encountered raises concerns about diversity on campus. The university has several preventative measures in place, including mandated reporters. Mandated reporters are faculty and staff—excluding health providers and counselors—who are required to report misconduct to the Title IX office to help ensure student safety. Reports, whether made by a mandated reporter or a student, are kept confidential. The Title IX office also offers support services for students who may be unsure if their experiences fall under the law. The university’s website lists several reasons to contact a caseworker, including: Seeking to understand one’s options after experiencing sex discrimination or sexual misconduct. Learning of a situation that may warrant a university investigation. Needing guidance on how to handle a situation that indirectly affects them. Seeking informal remedies or administrative measures to de-escalate or alleviate a difficult situation. Having questions about university policies and procedures. To file a Title IX report on campus, students can contact Title IX Coordinator Barbara J. Lawrence at BLawrence@newhaven.edu or call (203) 932-7269. Reports may also be submitted through the university’s incident report form, which follows the Policy on Sexual and Gender-Based Interpersonal Violence and Harassment and the Non-Discrimination Policy. Anonymous reports may be made to on- and off-campus counseling centers. Alejandro Diaz Osorio: https://www.pexels.com/es-es/foto/mano-macro-dedos-piel-17589296/

At the University of New Haven, where creativity thrives alongside rigorous academics and social lives, one student is making waves as an emerging artist poised to leave a mark on the music world. With a passion for rap and hip-hop, Joey Nelson is steadily carving out his legacy in music. With a growing fan base, Nelson has created a safe space in his music for both himself and his listeners. Nelson, a rising junior majoring in business with a concentration in entrepreneurship, has come a long way from his childhood aspirations. “Growing up, I wanted to be a firefighter,” Nelson said. “They just looked so cool—to be able to save people from danger and drive those big red trucks.” However, his dreams shifted when he realized he could use his talents to help people in another way. “I realized there were ways I could help people without putting myself in as much danger as a firefighter,” he said. “I found music. It was another way to reach people and help them with their stress and depression. People are looking for an outlet in music.” Nelson credits his early exposure to hip-hop culture to his upbringing in the Bronx. “Living in the Bronx, you could go anywhere, and there would always be something music-related happening,” he said. “The Bronx is music.” Nelson began his music career in hip-hop but enjoys experimenting with other genres. “I would do a lot of rap songs, but I also liked to incorporate R&B,” he said. “I’m actually working on songs in the jazz genre as well as neo-soul.” Though stepping outside his comfort zone was intimidating at first, Nelson learned to embrace the challenge. “I felt very scared when I first started working in different genres,” he said. “But I realized it’s not something unfamiliar—it’s just that the sounds are extremely different from what I’m used to, and that’s what scares me the most.” Nelson officially launched his music career in 2020, at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic. “You’d be surprised at the amount of exposure I got during that time,” he said. “Everyone was at home, which meant everyone was on the internet looking for some kind of outlet, and that actually helped me a lot.” His fan base started small but has grown significantly due to his hard work and consistent songwriting. “I’ve definitely got a much bigger crowd behind me now,” he said. “In the beginning, my only listeners were my family and close friends who knew I was making music. Now, I’m working with other students who are into music, as well as celebrities who have been amazing mentors for me.” One of Nelson’s most notable mentors is Grammy Award winner Samara Joyner. “We talk often, and I can always text her with any questions or if I need any information,” he said. For Nelson, writing lyrics comes naturally, but translating them into a fully realized song presents challenges. “I find it very easy to write music because I write about my personal experiences and things I’ve gone through,” he said. “But you need a whole village to put together a song, and that’s definitely the hardest part.” One of his biggest obstacles is his own self-doubt. “I tend to psych myself out, overthink the lyrics, and then I’ll post a snippet before scrapping the song,” he said. “Then people ask why I never released the full version, so that’s a barrier I’m slowly getting over.” Despite his struggles, Nelson is committed to improving with each release. “I always want to put out my best work,” he said. “It used to take me a day or two to write a song, but now it takes me about a week or two to finalize the lyrics.” He typically spends three to five hours a day working on his music, occasionally sacrificing sleep to ensure high-quality releases. Unlike many aspiring musicians who focus solely on their art, Nelson is taking a strategic approach by studying business. “I feel like you have to know a lot about business before stepping into the music industry,” he said. “I’m learning about business and finance because it’s a tough world out there, and you can get taken advantage of if you aren’t careful.” With five years of experience since his debut, Nelson finds motivation in his supporters. “It’s really the people who supported me—my friends and family,” he said. “But it’s also those who come to my shows and hear my story because I know eventually, someone is going to listen.” After taking a break to focus on his mental health and academics, Nelson is preparing to release an extended play titled Off the Radar . He expects the project to be ready in March or April. To stay updated on his upcoming content, follow Nelson on Instagram at @j0carti3r, or check out his music and links on Linktree. To stay updated on his upcoming content, follow Nelson on Instagram at @j0carti3r, or check out his music and links on Linktree.

When you saw my article title, how did it make you feel? Do you think the fear of finals is creeping up on you? Or are you already looking ahead to your big summer vacation? No matter which side you're on, this piece is here to help. This week, we’ll navigate the emotions that come with each semester. Many of you Gossip Girl  lovers have expressed a desire for more personal pieces. You crave the same attention to everyday struggles as those who find interest in other campus topics. Why should you trust me? That’s a great question. Because I’ve been here for five years. Yes, five—don’t judge. I had to switch majors. It happens. During that time, I sat right where you are, uncertain about how to feel. And I know that’s the case for many of you because you clicked on this article. Feelings are hard to navigate, and the stress of school makes that challenge even greater. Remember to prioritize your mental health and physical well-being. Practicing good hygiene and staying aware of inclement weather conditions can help maintain your physical health. Try coloring, breathing exercises or even therapy. If you need support while at school, reach out to caps@newhaven.edu  for psychological services and counseling. This is a great way to express your feelings, gain support or seek guidance. Additionally, therapy dogs visit campus throughout the semester to support students. Our university’s furry friends—Ace, Jarvis, Gunny and Titan—are here to help. Feelings can be overwhelming, but taking the time to process, understand and educate yourself about them makes all the difference. Talking about emotions makes them easier to manage, and people are always here to help. If you're feeling especially excited about the upcoming summer, here are some important things to remember. Stay on top of your assignments—your grades are only as strong as the effort you put in. If you're struggling in a class, contact cdc@newhaven.edu  for tutoring and academic support. They offer specialized programs to help you meet professors' expectations and succeed. If you’re falling behind but hesitant to speak up, prioritize your well-being. Burnout is real; pushing yourself too hard can make or break your semester. If challenges arise beyond your control, don’t hesitate to seek help from professors or peers—they’re here to support you. As a university community, we grow and learn together, supporting each other through every challenge and success. Whether you're facing academic hurdles, mental health struggles or simply adjusting to new experiences, remember that you are not alone. We foster a culture of kindness and understanding, creating an environment where everyone can thrive. Take care of yourself, uplift those around you, and embrace every opportunity this journey offers—both inside and outside the classroom. The semester isn’t over yet, so don’t worry—my sappy tactics will be a surprise tool we’ll need later! Enjoy every moment until you reread this article. Then, it’s for real. Graduation is gradually approaching, but let’s keep it at arm’s length. As always, I’d love to hear from anyone who reads my work! Even if you have nothing specific to say or just want to have a conversation, I’d love to hear from you. Keep sending in suggestions for topics you’d like to read about, whether from my perspective or someone else’s. And remember—there’s always someone out there thinking about some version of a 2 a.m. perspective.

Samuel L. Jackson is more than just a legendary actor—he is a cultural force, an activist and a symbol of Black excellence in Hollywood. As Black History Month is celebrated, it is essential to recognize iconic figures like Jackson, who have not only entertained audiences worldwide but also challenged racial stereotypes, uplifted Black voices and made noteworthy contributions to social justice. His journey from the segregated South to becoming one of the highest-grossing actors in history is a testament to perseverance, resilience and the transformative power of representation in media. Born Dec. 21, 1948, in Washington, D.C., and raised in Chattanooga, Tennessee, Samuel Leroy Jackson grew up in a world deeply entrenched in racial segregation. The injustices he witnessed during his formative years would later influence his activism and artistic choices. Raised by his mother and grandparents, he excelled academically and attended Morehouse College, a historically Black institution in Atlanta. Though he initially pursued a degree in marine biology, his trajectory changed when he discovered acting, a passion that would ultimately shape his life. Morehouse was also the setting for his early activism, as Jackson became deeply involved in the civil rights movement. In 1969, he and several students took over a campus building, holding Morehouse board members hostage in protest of the college’s failure to include more Black leaders in administrative positions and revise its curriculum to better reflect Black history and contributions. The protest led to his temporary expulsion, but Jackson remained undeterred in his pursuit of activism and artistic expression. Despite setbacks, Jackson continued his education, later returning to Morehouse to complete his degree in drama. He quickly immersed himself in theater, performing in plays that addressed social issues and racial dynamics. His career gained traction in the 1970s and early 1980s, during which he worked closely with the Negro Ensemble Company in New York. This experience honed his craft and introduced him to influential figures such as Morgan Freeman and Spike Lee. Jackson’s breakthrough came in the late 1980s when he appeared in Lee’s Do the Right Thing  (1989) and Jungle Fever  (1991). These films were critically acclaimed and notable for addressing racial tensions in America, with Jackson’s performances adding depth and authenticity to the narratives. His role in Jungle Fever  as a crack-addicted brother was so compelling that it earned him a special award at the Cannes Film Festival, marking him as an actor of extraordinary talent. However, it was in 1994 that Jackson’s career truly skyrocketed with his role as Jules Winnfield in Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction . His portrayal of the philosophical, Bible-quoting hitman became one of the most iconic performances in film history, solidifying his status as a Hollywood heavyweight. The film’s success not only redefined his career but also demonstrated the power of Black actors in leading, multidimensional roles. Jackson became one of the most sought-after actors in the industry, known for his distinctive voice, commanding presence and ability to bring intensity to any role he played. Over the years, Jackson has used his platform to push for greater Black representation in Hollywood. He has been vocal about the industry’s history of marginalizing Black actors and filmmakers, calling for systemic change and improved opportunities. His film choices often reflected his commitment to portraying complex and powerful Black characters. In A Time to Kill  (1996), he played a father seeking justice in the face of racial violence, a role that resonated deeply with audiences. In Django Unchained  (2012), he took on the challenging role of Stephen, a house slave who aligns himself with his oppressors. This performance sparked conversations about internalized racism and historical accuracy in cinema. His portrayal of Nick Fury in the Marvel Cinematic Universe further cemented his influence, as the character became a central figure in one of the most successful film franchises ever. This role showcased his versatility and highlighted the importance of diverse representation in blockbuster films. Beyond his work in Hollywood, Jackson has remained committed to social justice. He has supported various initiatives to empower Black communities, advocating for education, voting rights and criminal justice reform. His philanthropy includes contributions to organizations that provide scholarships and resources to underprivileged youth, ensuring that the next generation has opportunities that were once denied to many Black individuals. His outspoken nature has also made him an icon in political discourse, unafraid to use his voice to challenge racial inequality and discrimination. Whether addressing systemic racism, police brutality or the importance of Black voting power, Jackson continues to be a vocal advocate for change. His impact extends far beyond the screen, inspiring countless Black actors and filmmakers to pursue careers in the industry without conforming to Hollywood’s often narrow portrayal of Blackness. By taking on diverse roles—from heroes and villains to historical legends and pop culture icons—Jackson has shattered stereotypes and redefined what it means to be a leading Black actor. His ability to navigate mainstream blockbusters and independent films with equal prowess demonstrates his unparalleled skill and adaptability. As one of the highest-grossing actors in history, with his films collectively earning billions at the box office, Jackson’s success is not just a personal achievement but a win for Black representation in Hollywood. His journey from a young activist in the civil rights movement to a global superstar serves as a reminder of the progress that has been made and the work that still needs to be done. Black History Month is about celebrating the past and recognizing the individuals who continue to shape the present and future. Jackson is one such figure—an actor, an activist and a trailblazer whose influence will be felt for generations to come. His legacy is established not only by his roles but also by the doors he has opened for others. He has shown that Black actors can be more than side characters or supporting roles; they can lead, dominate the industry and leave an impact that transcends entertainment. As audiences continue to watch and celebrate his work, it is essential to recognize the deeper significance of his contributions. His story is a testament to resilience, courage and the power of representation. Through his activism, film choices and dedication to uplifting the Black community, Jackson has cemented himself as a key figure in cinematic and Black history. His presence in Hollywood is not just about his performances—it is about the standards he sets, the conversations he sparks and the future he helps shape.