Articles by: Derek Ng '20

Art is a Catalyst of Activism

December 15, 2017 at 6:00 am 0 comments

I play Lloyd in this year’s winter production at Choate, Blue Stockings. Lloyd could not be more different from me: he is a white undergraduate studying at Trinity College, a constituent college of Cambridge University in England, and he is overwhelmingly misogynistic. The title of the play refers to theRead More

Members of the Choate community need to make a more conscious effort to degender language in everyday conversation.

The Battle of Degendering Colloquial Speech

November 17, 2017 at 6:00 am 0 comments

“Alright, guys, I’ll see you later.” A while back, I ended a conversation using this phrase with a few friends, all of whom were female. Admittedly, when I said it, it sounded ordinary to me. It was only upon guilty retrospect did I realize how awkward it sounded to addressRead More

Club Discussions Need to be Followed by Action

October 20, 2017 at 6:00 am 0 comments

At Choate, there’s a club for everyone: From groups that gather to write for a satirical magazine, to groups that meet to debate, to groups that simply meet to tell stories, there’s a place for everyone to get involved. By themselves, each of these clubs stand for and serve nobleRead More

At Choate and elsewhere, suicidal talk pops up in everyday conversation over topics like classes and grades.

The Danger of Suicidal Language in Casual Conversation

October 6, 2017 at 6:00 am 0 comments

Although most of us welcome a good joke in casual conversation, certain humor crosses the line from being funny to being threatening. Though Choate advises its students to avoid using derogatory language, it is really up to the students to recognize the effects that their jokes have on the mentalRead More

Want Real Talk? Stay off Snapchat.

Want Real Talk? Stay off Snapchat.

September 29, 2017 at 6:00 am 0 comments

It is routine for me to wake up, scroll quickly through my phone to check what I’ve missed in the time I was sleeping, and see a list of Snapchats from my friends, waiting impatiently to be opened. These selfies from my friends, usually morphed into grotesque proportions or tarnishedRead More