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When I first heard a Hungarian spit out the word “gypsy,” I almost started to laugh. Almost. It’s one of those words—not unlike “Negro”—that would seem comically antiquated if it wasn’t freighted with old-fashioned prejudice. In the United States…

For a city so steeped in artistic expression and built upon layers of a dignified history that manifests in the monuments that dot the streets, it seems bizarre to portray Paris as a blank canvas. Before starting my study abroad here, I had sculpted…

So far, I have restrained from commenting too much on this year’s presidential race for fear of contradicting all political knowledge I have gathered through my government major at Georgetown. What I’m really trying to say is that the fact that…