One of the things I cherish most about MIT is its openness and irreverence. Today was no exception, when the MIT Club of Boston hosted a super energetic, diverse poetry slam on campus. Some of the performances were funny, others were musical, and a few — performed by recovering drug addicts and former prisoners — were gripping.

One older gentlemen who performed shared a line that I loved: “In the beginning, my stories belonged to somebody else. And then they belonged to me And now they belong to you.”