Stories by Our Fellows

Nine Weeks Later

I sit in the D.C. airport as I write this. My backpack full of mementos and memories from my time here lies next to me on the oversized terminal chair as I await the winged vessel that symbolizes both the end of this adventure and the beginning of the next one. I...

A Taxi Ride to Opportunity

If I were to pick a place to start, it would be the taxi ride. To be precise, it was an Uber, not a taxi, and the driver, an Egyptian man, did not stop talking for the hour-long drive. I sat in the back of the black Toyota feeling weary and anxious at what this...