Bright Eyes, Open Minds

Ava, Maya, Kelsey, myself, Sara, and Bryn soft-smiling it for the camera before graduation. We have ourselves fun, however sweaty, photoshoot in Sara's backyard. Photo by Kris Izenstark KJP Bracelet   // Lilly Pulitzer Dress // Similar Wedges Myself and my coveted acceptance letter Photo by Michael Redsrone On the very first day of high school freshman year,  I walked into the choir room with no idea what I was getting myself into. Mr. Wallace, an enthusiastic, smiley young man with a hairdo full of product greeted us and handed us a sheet of music to learn, entitled The Glenbrook Loyalty Song. He said to us something along the lines of, "This is the first piece of music you will learn here at GBN, and the last thing you'll do as a student here," explaining that we sing at the very end of the graduation ceremony. Fast forward (it was, indeed, fast) four years and I was standing on the edge of that stage gurgling out the words "you'll find us al...

A research based look into how elite private universities perpetuate and grow the gap between the rich and the poor If you asked me what was on my mind at any point throughout the past two years, 7/10 times the answer would probably be college. It was (is?) my thing . Need help writing an essay? Filling out your common app? Finding the school with the best program for your major? Making a list of pros and cons? Yep, I can do all that while juggling kosher bolognas. I was basically a college counselor to many of my friends. Now, this obsession with my future came from a couple sources. The first would be both of my parents' high degrees (pun intended) of success: My mom has a B.A. from Vassar College, a J.D. from Boston University, and a Masters in Social Work from The University of Chicago. As evidenced by wee little Gillian's Michigan sweatshirt, college has been on my mind from a young age. Photo by my mom. My father has a B.A. and a J.D. both from the University ...