Articles by Kejsi Ruka

Perhaps it is the narcissistic sentiment of my generation — or it is just the natural effect had on those born into countries of the…

With a little over one month left of Drexel University’s spring term, I’m left to reflect on my time here; my options for next year…

As a woman, being slut-shamed is a guarantee, practically a sadistic rite-of-passage. It leads to the unearthing of society’s twisted truth: in 2018, women are…

I find myself writing about individuality often; it’s because, as a fresh-faced adult, I’m growing into myself. I cannot discard my peculiarities to conform to…

“What to do when I am always f—ing up?” I typed this into Google last night, in search of an antidote to my recklessness; an…

I can’t help but think that the world is out to get me. It’s human nature, and luckily, it only comes in short-term waves. What…

I can finally acknowledge that I am one with the cliched “starving artists” of the Millennial generation, desperate to pursue my passion of writing despite…

I’m on a date. The lights are off. The room is warm, and the bed a downy duvet. If it weren’t for dorm regulations, I…

Home is where the heart is. Or is it? Last time I checked, my heart’s still beating within my chest, between my lungs, behind my…