by Craig Berger Whenever I have transitioned into a new community, I have looked forward to the arrival of the first moment when I felt like I belonged, or when I felt recognized as a unique...
by Craig Berger If you're like me, you've found yourself in this position before: sitting at your computer with Microsoft Word on the screen and ready to go, staring at a blank document, typing...
by Craig Berger As the student shared their thought regarding the day's assigned reading, I looked to the left, watching the professor begin to smile and nod. "Your point is discerning. It makes...
by Craig Berger "Alright, thank you for your time," I said. I quickly hung up, wanting the call to end as soon as possible. After yet another university's dismissal from a search process, I had...
by Craig Berger I began playing the trombone when I was 10. I remember gazing at the shiny new instrument my parents had purchased and feeling surprised. I couldn't stay up past 9:00, but...
by Craig Berger The thirty degree temperatures, the cold, wet flakes, and what turned out to be a long walk from my car to the restaurant had my Californian girlfriend shivering under my...
by Craig Berger By the time I began my sophomore year in college, I had the next several decades of my life planned. My love for all things politics would carry me through my coursework, whisk...