Fast-forward almost two years later, as I climbed the steps of the Thurgood Marshall Center near U St. where Critical Exposure is located. Absorbed in planning for our 2017 event, it was a needed pause to rewind back to 2015 to catch up with one of my favorite speakers. Here’s the best part: Critical Exposure is thriving, building resources to create more school partnerships, more mentorship programs, and most importantly, more impact.Read More
Insights from our team members.
This year, we are trying something new based on feedback we have received from our attendees, as well as our speakers, from our past events. As past attendees may know, an integral part of our event is our three interactive exhibits, available at our venue during the break sessions of our event. These exhibits, built and curated by our Experience Team and our partners, allow our audience to engage with the important ideas of the day, from 3D printing to yoga. This year, in addition to these interactive exhibits, our Strategy Team will be organizing a networking space.Read More
I was lying in bed the evening after the Women’s March on Washington. It had been a long day - I was up since 5:30 to perform flashmobs with my a capella group at the Women’s March on Washington. All of a sudden, my roommate runs into the room screaming something at the top of her lungs about Emma Watson. Hermione Granger herself had retweeted a cellphone video recording of us singing at the march.Read More
I first became aware of my struggle as a Muslim-American when I had a discussion (or I guess it was more an argument, since we were in third grade) about Christmas and why I did not celebrate it. It took shape again after watching the film, My Name is Khan. The self-doubt and the sense of loathing I felt from others was especially prevalent every time that I read an article about Muslims. It hurt to read the comments, where people vehemently expressed their desire to kill Muslims, or wrote that Muslims were disgusting people who should not exist. It hurt to see the dislike from my own peers. It hurt to not fit in.Read More
I vividly remember the first week of my freshman year: I was a lost international student looking for his niche. As I was walking around the yearly student organization fair, I bumped into someone wearing a red cape and holding a styrofoam red X. I had heard about TED talks back at home, and had watched a handful of them in class, however the thought of actually planning a conference that put on TED talks had never crossed my mind.Read More