2 items found for your search. If no results were found please broaden your search.
What if we treated our time at Rice like what it actually is — a convergence of the world’s greatest minds and four years of unfettered access to the intellectual pillars of the past and the promise of the future? Dear Rice, your Orientation Week friends could one day change the world, and many of your professors and mentors already have.
On March 16, 2019, I attended the second annual Houston March for Black Women utterly and woefully alone. I put my hoodie on, dragged myself to the car and proceeded, for the next five hours, to march for myself. I got to the march’s central point in the heart of the Fourth Ward of Houston, ready and hopeful. Though I had seen not a single post, group message, email or any organization of a Rice collective to go to the march (except for the invitations I sent, which yielded no response), I’d thought about the effervescence of ahead of January’s Women's March, and I thought surely I'd see the Rice community there. I stayed for the duration of the march and I saw not a single member of the Rice community save for the one who helped to organize the march itself.
