A Party of Lies, With Bread: TU/TD

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Rediscovering the Old – The party in the Mod was burning out. The crowded housing unit had been the site of festivities since 3 p.m., and it was now approaching 2 in the morning. The residents of the dwelling were well past the point of a safe level of intoxication, and thus could not come to their senses to kick everyone out of their house. And so the dancing and liver-poisoning took on a tired and lethargic style, full of drunken stumbles and passed out party-goers abound. One of the residents, the designated DJ for the night, returned to his iPhone by the speaker and gazed through the glare of his bright screen through a buzzed blur. In his impaired state, he accidentally hit shuffle on the wrong playlist. While he meant to que up his “Mod Get Lit” soundtrack, he accidentally pressed play on “Adam’s Seventh Birthday,” which his mom had refused to delete from their shared iTunes account. The unsuspecting senior perked up his ears in horror as P!nk’s “Get This Party Started” began to reverberate through the trashed room. He stood frozen, expecting ridicule and a rescinding of his future aux cord privileges. To his surprise, however, the music seemingly cast a spell over the room. The fallen celebrants reawakened, rising together and singing along in uniscent. One by one their spirits were rejuvenated. They disregarded the turned-over furniture and beer bottles that littered the floor, and took to dancing again. Truly, they were coming up, and they were going to get this party started.

Gettin’ Fancy – If you’ve been to Eagle’s Nest to get a sandwich in the last week or so, you’ve probably noticed the new bread option that appears every so often. This artisan loaf is fantastic, and represents an improvement to the already best place to eat on campus. Tuscan Chickens are given a more authentic taste, while Turkey Avocados are made all the more delicious. Even if you’re a presser or a salad-liner, it is worth your while to defect for at least one day, and to try this newfound treasure before it’s gone.

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Fake News – In Trump’s America, in which adhering to morality seems as inconsequential of a question as what color underwear one should wear on any given day, the dissemination of fake news is a serious and pressing issue. The Heights has received multiple reports that a new publication, oddly titled The Depths, has established an office in the basement of Carney Hall, and have begun spreading their publication around campus. The slanderous and falsified stories in The Depths could only have been written by a group of scallywags who are sick in the mind. Who would even think to mislead the student body in such a manner? Those that disgrace the news by creating fabricated stories are surely twisted and maniacal individuals who should never be trusted. Be wary if you see a member of The Depths around campus, they just might tell you that Eagle’s Nest is open on the weekend. It’s not. Can we fix that?

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Sad Elephants and Existential Questions: TU/TD

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A Necessary Defeat – They had seven years to figure it out. Seven whole years. When the time came, however, and the right suddenly realized they needed to figure out how to do more than just talk, they weren’t up to to the challenge. In an important victory for the health of millions of Americans, the GOP walked back its plan to replace Obamacare in Congress after realizing they would not have anywhere near enough votes to see the legislation through. In an era of polarizing political dichotomy, in which a harrowing pit of hellfire seemingly exists in the aisle, Republican defectors who vowed not to support the bill represent a calming return to morality in politics. This departure from staunch adherence to party politics should become an established precedent for future debate and policy making in Congress. While this shift is not likely, the kicking of Paul Ryan’s proposed plan to the gutter is a triumph for the left, for morality, and the good in general.

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The College Condition – So we’re all here, on earth, together, and that’s just the way it is. Time goes on, people live and die, and at the end of it all, what’s left? Let’s zoom in a little closer. There’s a freshman in college, and he’s trying to figure it all out. Everyone around him has it down it seems. They’re either completely engrossed in the superficial and the short-lived, or have figured out how to completely remove themselves from the perfunctory realm. Curiously, both are able to inspire envy. The first is fun, no doubt. To be so unconcerned with the future, to be wrapped up in the social politics of right now, certainly has its perks, especially if you’re doing great at it. The second is good for other reasons. To be free from the pressures of social expectation, hurt feelings, and the fear of missing out must be amazing. To have fully arrived at the logical conclusion that pretty much everything happening right now won’t matter at all in three to four short years must be entirely liberating. Some people, however, find themselves stuck in the middle. It’s hard to not be caught up in everything that takes place in the present. It’s what everyone is doing, so it has to be the only thing that matters, right? What greater standard exists to say otherwise? And if no one cares about said standard, does it even exist? Is it even worth considering? It’s also hard to fully commit to the future. Life is short, college is supposed to be a time for fun. What’s it worth to work hard, but to not have fun along the way? But, what is fun? Does fun have to be what everyone else says is fun? Is fun relative, or is it a pressure we all subscribe to, and create a culture where there is really only one way to have fun? Are we all so caught up that we shun those who beg to differ, while not realizing we ourselves are missing the point too? Or is the superficial all that really matters anymore? I don’t know, but it sure feels that way. How do we build anything meaningful if all we are is all about what’s next? How do we find fulfillment when sober reflection is an afterthought? Are we meant to separate this campus from the rest of the world for all of these four years? How are we supposed to talk to anyone, when everyone is shrouded in the veil? Let me know.

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Point/Counterpoint: What’s Worse, Being Blown out or Losing Close Games?

The Closer, The Better

Andy Backstrom | Asst. Sports Editor 

Bryant Crawford didn’t even see him coming. Ky Bowman crept across the paint, leapt in the air and swatted the Demon Deacon guard’s shot out of bounds. For Bowman—Boston College men’s basketball’s most valuable player—it was yet another electrifying play. That is, until he hit the hardwood. The All-ACC Freshman landed awkwardly, damaging cartilage in his right knee.

Bowman lay face down on the court, pounding his fist against the ground in frustration. Immediately, Jordan Chatman, Jerome Robinson, Connar Tava, and A.J. Turner came to his side. But they weren’t the only ones worrying.

You could hear a pin drop in the Barclays Center.

While team doctors worked with the stationary Bowman, ESPN’s broadcast showcased two Eagles fans. Both locked their respective hands together at eye level as they watched the red-headed phenom struggle to fully extend his leg. Whether they were praying or not, they most certainly were concerned.

In the moment, the injury was the worst thing that could have happened to BC. Without Bowman, the Eagles had no chance in the ACC Tournament, let alone versus Wake Forest. Yet, as horrible as it was, it can be seen as a sign of progress.

One year removed from infamy, head coach Jim Christian fielded a team that, despite only winning two conference games, played North Carolina, Duke, and Notre Dame down to the wire. Fans took notice and genuinely invested in the team.

Remember, this is a group that sported full-on Bowman wigs when the Eagles hosted then-No. 9 North Carolina on Jan. 21. To wear a ridiculous Ronald McDonald-esque head dress like that, you have to be passionate about the team you’re rooting for.

So when Bowman went down, fans were not only anxious about his leg, but also about the future of the team—something that before this season remained a complete mystery, and quite frankly was irrelevant to many.

During the 2015-16 season, the program was in complete disarray. While the team may have only lost twice more than it did this year, it dropped conference games by an average of 17 points—6.3 more than the 2016-17 Eagles’ margin of defeat. With the exception of BC’s three-point loss to UNC and a couple of games down the stretch, every ACC game on the schedule ended in a blowout.

There was no incentive for fans to drag themselves to Conte Forum. Every game was guaranteed to pad the loss column. And with two Frozen Four-bound hockey teams, there was no need to subject themselves to a team that was cemented at the cellar of its conference.

Not to mention that BC’s leading scorer was a fifth-year transfer. Eli Carter logged 16 points per game, and was best known for his game-high 26 points against the Tar Heels. Sure, Carter was entertaining, but the bottomline was that he wasn’t there to stay.

Since BC is in the ACC, there is always the expectation that it will play the highest level of competition. And for the most part, that remains true. But when Christian’s injury-ridden crew was losing games by 20 left and right, the conference’s best didn’t put on the show fans might have been looking forward to.

The same was true for this year’s football team. For instance, take the Louisville game. Lamar Jackson accounted for seven total touchdowns, but only played three quarters. When he did score, it wasn’t flashy or suspenseful—it usually consisted of the future Heisman Trophy winner finding open space in the Eagles defense, either on the ground or in the air, for an easy score. And as soon as he was pulled, fans piled out of Alumni Stadium.

It makes sense. Star players shine when their team needs them the most. Yeah, the Brandon Ingrams of the conference may have put up numbers against the Eagles, but that doesn’t come close to the thrill of seeing Justin Jackson drill one after another from beyond the arc to finish a tightly contested game.

On the other hand, Christian’s team brought out the best of its opponents. And whether you’re a diehard Superfan or just a casual attendee, that’s all you can ask for.

BC blew five halftime leads this season—three of which came in the final seven games. As frustrating as that is, it provides promise. For the pace Christian has BC playing—the 42nd fastest offense in the country—players are going to get tired. Right now, the Eagles simply don’t have the depth to back up that game plan.

But every time underclassmen Bowman, Robinson, or Chatman went for 20-plus points, there was a sense of hope tied to their performance. Even if BC ended up falling, it got fans thinking, “Well, if only we had one more piece.” I like to believe that recruits around the country were thinking along the same lines.

All but three Eagles will return for next season. A team built on youth and potential, BC’s 16 ACC losses this year showed that it is nearing a turnaround. Now, Christian has to use that to his advantage. Just like he did with Bowman and Robinson, the third-year head coach must coax recruits to embrace the underdog role. He has more evidence now than ever to pitch to prospective players that they, individually, could be the program’s missing piece.

The fact that the Eagles were hanging with the nation’s top teams warrants respect. Last season, they were the laughing stock of college basketball. But with arguably the most explosive backcourt in the ACC, BC has transformed into a legitimate threat. It may not be consistent, but a threat it is.

Christian came into the season with two point guards leading the offense: Ty Graves and Bowman. Graves was a perimeter shooter, and Bowman looked like someone who should have stuck to football, turning the ball over 10 times in the first 61 minutes of his career.

But as soon as Bowman dyed his hair red, his play jumped to another level. Graves transferred and Bowman teamed up with Robinson to establish a lethal one-two punch.

Through 23 losses—six of which were decided by six points or less—Christian’s group found its identity. That’s a whole lot better than headlining SportsCenter as the first team to go winless in the ACC since the 1986-87 season.

Painless Defeats Are Best

Tom DeVoto | Heights Senior Staff

One of my favorite sports memories came in 2008, when I watched former Philadelphia Phillies broadcaster Harry Kalas sing his favorite song—Frank Sinatra’s “High Hopes”—minutes after the Phils clinched the World Series.

It remains the only title I’ve seen one of my favorite teams win, and Kalas’ voice was the soundtrack to the summers of my youth, so it meant a lot to me.

I’ll be honest, though—I’ve never liked the lyrics to “High Hopes.”

If you’re unfamiliar, the song is about various animals that try to do something basically impossible, but they keep trying, because they have—you guessed it—high hopes. An ant, for example, tries to move a rubber tree plant. Can’t tell you what a rubber tree plant is, but it sounds heavy and that ant probably shouldn’t be moving it.   

I hate getting my hopes up, because after 21-plus years of this thing called life, I know what happens when I get my hopes up.

High hopes result in nothing but disappointment. Expectations yield heartbreak. I hate heartbreak. The solution? Don’t expect anything, and don’t get your hopes up.

Is it easier to have loved and lost, or never to have loved at all?   

Uh, easy—the latter.

If you expect nothing, and you get nothing, then everything is fine. If you expect something and you get something, then that’s great, but that is quite rare.

If you expect something and get nothing, as I have been known to do, there is emotional hell to pay. And all too often, sports teams rope me in and make me expect something great, only to have the exact opposite happen.  

Feb. 6, 2005. The Philadelphia Eagles made their first Super Bowl appearance in over two decades against the New England Patriots. It was a back-and-forth, seesaw battle, and the Eagles had chances to win, but mismanaged the clock at the end of the game and lost by three points.

Jan. 2, 2012. The Philadelphia Flyers took on the New York Rangers in the Winter Classic. The Flyers took a two-goal lead in the second period, but gave up three consecutive Ranger goals to find themselves trailing late. After a penalty was called on Rangers defenseman Ryan McDonagh for covering the puck in the crease with just seconds on the clock, Flyers forward Danny Brière was awarded a penalty shot. The stadium was raucous, but he missed. The Flyers lost what was way more than just a regular season game.

April 10, 2014. In his final game in a BC uniform, Johnny Gaudreau and BC men’s hockey get outdueled by Union College in the NCAA Frozen Four semifinals. The Eagles close a late two-goal gap to just one on two separate occasions in the last two minutes, but it’s not enough to overcome a stronger game from the Dutchmen.

Nov. 22, 2014. BC football hit the road to take on No. 3 Florida State. The teams were tied late in the fourth quarter in what has remained BC’s best chance to upend a top-five team under head coach Steve Addazio. BC had the ball deep in FSU’s territory with less than five minutes on the clock, but an incomplete pass on a trick play where the ball bounced off the hands of quarterback Tyler Murphy and a missed field goal doomed the Eagles. The Seminoles marched up the field, kicked a game-winning field goal, and sent BC packing.

March 20, 2016. BC women’s hockey had won 40-straight games to start the season and cruised to the National Championship against the University of Minnesota. In what represented BC’s best shot at a title in any sport since men’s hockey won it all in 2012, the Eagles were outmatched against the Gophers and suffered their first defeat of the season.     

Many of my most vivid sports memories, regardless of the importance of the game, are heart-wrenching, gut-twisting losses. That certainly says something about the teams I’ve chosen to support, but it also says something about the agony of defeat.

I’d like to win, of course. But if I’m going to lose, I want it to be as painless as possible.

If I could guarantee beforehand that BC men’s basketball would go on a miracle run to the ACC Championship, only to lose on a buzzer beater against Duke, I wouldn’t be able to handle the emotional roller coaster. It’s tough to say out loud, but I’d probably prefer BC’s actual path in this year’s tournament.

A wise woman (or man, depending on the version of the song you prefer) once said, “Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you got till it’s gone?” Yes, it always do seem to go like that.

It’s much easier on the soul to be completely ignorant of what joy feels like than to have it for a fleeting moment and get your heart ripped out of your chest.

Don’t get your hopes up, kids. Don’t root for blowouts by any means, but they’re not as bad as you might think.

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Housing Process Hell: TU/TD

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Absolutely Nothing – I am pissed, and I’m feeling needlessly dramatic. Buckle up.

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A Cruel, Tragic, and Convoluted Abomination – Upperclassmen warned us. The signs were in the stars: 25 percent of freshmen live on CoRo. That’s one in four, for all you communication majors. Regardless of prior warning and expectation, nothing could have prepared the freshmen for the journey through a raging pit of hellfire and hazardously erupting lava geysers that is the Boston College housing process. Normally, the University would only reserve such damnation for those who choose to use a condom during sexual relations, but apparently freshmen deserve torment fit for the likes of Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, and Christopher Columbus alike. He killed millions of people too, you freaking idiots. Pick up a book for once. Anyway, the average BC freshman spends the majority of his or her first year developing an 8-man dream. They imagine a picturesque view of Gasson from one of the top floors in Walsh, or perhaps a luxurious residence in the cleaner Vanderslice Hall. They may relish in the idea of living with seven of their closest friends, or become excited at the prospect of having a common room to overcrowd and make groups of freshmen girls feel uncomfortable in. In any case, just about every freshman arrives at housing selection week with the hope of getting a coveted 8-man room written across their hearts. But of course, BC will do everything in its power to make sure that this wish is pulverized and spat back in the faces of many, seeing as it’s what a majority of students want. With their hopes high and their ID numbers stored in the notes of their group leader’s phone, freshmen go to sleep the night before 8-man pick day with their world suspended upon unfavorable odds and a toxic false sense of entitlement. Nonetheless, after they awake, they spend the hours prior to noon reciting prayers they learned at their Catholic middle schools but never really understood, and uttering absurd phrases that range from “I’m transferring if I don’t get an 8-man” to “If I don’t get one, I’m going to have my Dad call BC tonight. He’s a corporate lawyer, and if he can bring national health care companies to their knees, he can definitely sue the crap out of this stupid school and get me the 8-man that I obviously deserve for no apparent reason.” When picktimes are released, and campus comes to a halt for a brief moment of anticipation, the freshmen check their emails in unison, hoping to receive the good news they’d dreamed of for the last few months. For those that get picktimes, congratulations, you can be relaxed and sane for the next 96 hours or so. As for the rest of us, the real fun begins. The balls of fire begin to rain down from the sky, and students seek cover in the friendships and support systems they’ve developed all year. Their efforts are futile, however, as no relationship, no connection, no bond is safe from the destructive and awesome power that is the harsh reality of not getting blocked quads, and facing the decision to axe two or pick up one. In the ensuing scramble that resembles an overdone diner skillet of eggs, potatoes, tomatoes, and the blood and tears of privileged freshmen, few find themselves completely content and fulfilled, and many are often forced to reconsider almost the entire time they’ve spent at BC up to this point and maybe whether or not they even want to go to school here anymore. This is the crippling reality of the extremely perilous, sometimes completely deadly, housing selection process at BC that ruins morales, friendships, and lives. And at the end of it all, some still end up having to eat a whole ’nother year of Mac food. Justice save us all.

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8-Mans and Speaker Phone: TU/TD

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The Final Countdown – Today is the day. All of the pent up agony and testosterone of the freshman class will soon erupt in elation … or in despair. The fabled 8-man pick time, a magical and elusive blessing bestowed upon only a chosen few, will soon find its way to the Agora Portals of lucky groups of Eaglets. Dreams will be realized and spirits will be crushed. Friendships seemingly cultivated and reinforced over multiple months will suddenly crumble and disintegrate into thin air. Awkward text messages and angry conversations will spread across campus like wildfire. The people you consider your closest companions might not be so close to you pretty soon. Think your direct is your best friend? If things don’t go as planned, you might want to think again. At around 1 p.m., a silence will befall Upper and Newton campuses. When the heavily-anticipated email hits the inboxes of the eagerly-waiting freshmen, two cries in unison will be audible across the Heights, one of pure joy, and another of misery. Hundreds of freshmen have already forfeited control of their happiness to a random lottery system that in reality will have little bearing on their lives in four years. Regardless, 8-man pick day goes down as one of the most exciting and infuriating days of everyone’s freshman year, and it’s finally here.

Yogurt Parfaits – Normally, I would advise staying away from the fridge food in McElroy Commons, but one newfound delicacy has recently captivated my appetite. Sitting most commonly on the middle right shelf, Mac’s yogurt parfaits are something special. Combining succulent fruit yogurt and satisfyingly-sweet granola and raisins, this mixture made in heaven provides a quick and easy breakfast alternative to the long breakfast lines right before 9 a.m. classes begin. Kudos to you Mac, for once.

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Why Is Your Phone On Speaker? – Oh, I see that your phone is ringing, it’s kind of loud in this public place, but I suppose you could go somewhere else and answer it. Oh, you’re not going to go anywhere else, you’ll just answer it right here? That’s interesting. Oh, why are you not putting the phone to your face? Oh, you’re putting it on speaker? Well, that’s gonna be tough, everyone in here is talking. Well, I guess not, because there you go, having this public conversation I’m pretty sure you didn’t intend to be public. I guess everyone in this room is going to participate in this conversation with your mother, since you didn’t really give them the choice. I didn’t realize someone could be this oblivious to what is going on around them. I can’t say I’m happy I have to hear about your dentist appointment next week or your uncle’s upcoming wedding, but tell him I say congrats, considering apparently he’s my uncle now too, because this conversation is obviously applicable to my life. It’s too bad I won’t be able to make it.

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Appa and the Irish: TU/TD

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A New Experience – If someone came to you, and asked you to get on a bus full of people you’ve never met, to drive through the night to a place you’ve never been, only to stay in a place you’ve never seen, and to do things you’ve never been asked to do, would you? Probably not. But this Spring Break, hundreds of Boston College students did, and go ahead and ask any of them how their experience on Appalachia was. You’ll probably find a common theme: they loved it. It’s one thing to give up one’s vacation time in order to serve others, but it’s totally another to do so with a group of strangers, and far away from the luxury of Chestnut Hill. Nonetheless, hundreds of eager Eagles climbed aboard a row of Academy coaches lining the street in front of Corcoran Commons one morning, unaware of the perspective-changing experience on which they were about to embark. Though the marks of paint and stains from peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on our clothes will fade, the memories made and bonds formed on our trips won’t. As the Eagles returned home by land and air, a formerly silent ride transformed into a graduation party. Final reflections became buzzing family reunions of groups of students that had awkwardly avoided eye contact at meetings only a month or so prior. If you’re free on Sunday nights, do yourself a favor and drop in to Eagle’s Nest next year. You won’t regret it.

A Day of Procrastination – Students were again fortunate enough to have a day off of school. In an appropriate fashion, a freshman who was president of his high school’s drama club ran out of his hall on Tuesday morning and fell to his knees in the middle of the snowfall. “STELLA!,” he screamed, in true cinematic agony. He thought he was hilarious.

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Not Being Irish – On Friday, Boston College’s Irish heritage will erupt in full force, spilling waves of green all over campus and the city of Boston. Those caught in the wake of this celebration will be inevitably swept away in the ensuing festivities, dawning clever t-shirts and raising their BAC until the sun comes up the next day. For some of us, however, the awesomeness of St. Patrick’s Day is short lived. Many of us only get to embody the carefree and fun attitude of the Irish for a single day. We can sing along to the lyrics of Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl,” but in reality, we will never experience a magical night in a pub on Ireland’s western coast. We can whistle the tune of the upbeat fiddle, and try to imitate the chanting at the song’s end, but really, we’re all just imposters, wishing we could be as fun as we pretend to be on March 17 every other day of the year.

Slippin’ and Slidin’ – Although summertime feels far away, students slipped and stumbled through BC’s treacherous campus today as if they were trying to walk intoxicated on an inflatable water toy in July. Tuesday night’s freezing temperatures turned students’ commute to their 9 a.m. classes into a comedic spectacle in which those without proper footwear could be seen falling over themselves along every sidewalk and walkway. Many waddled like penguins down the ramp by Mac, doing everything in their power to not eat pavement on their way to their lecture. Maybe a little more salt next time, BC.

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Copycats and Acronyms: TU/TD

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Fantastic Imitation – Sometimes, being a copycat is okay. This is especially true when it means Mac decides to make actual edible food for a change. Eataly Night at Mac was a definite success. Conversations between students raving about the quality of their Italian dinners could be heard throughout the dining hall and Upper Campus alike. Perhaps one of the best indications of the culinary experiment’s achievement was the relatively even spread of students between the multiple food lines. On any other given night, a single food station tends to be designated as the “best” option, and thus its line grows considerably longer than any other. Some nights, students abandon the variable food options all together, opting for a dry chicken breast and rice for the third time that week. Saving students the trip on the T to the Prudential Center by bringing Eataly to campus was a great idea, and I hope that Mac will continue to present students with new and exciting food choices.

Being Almost There – The days are winding down. The discussion of travel plans dominates everyday conversation. The libraries are filled to capacity with students studying for the plethora of exams that professors confusingly decided to schedule right before break, when motivation is at an all-time low. Soon, dorms will be emptied, packed trains will depart, and captains will turn on the fasten-seat-belt sign for take-off. Hang in there.

Runnin’ On – I am here to show you that, despite what you may already believe, it is easy to write an excessively long sentence that is, in more ways than one, completely indisputably and without a doubt, absolutely grammatically correct and relatively easy to comprehend despite the multitude of clauses, adjectives, and unnecessary words that make up the majority of its body, included because the purpose of this part of the section is to demonstrate to you that such a feat as is currently being carried out before your very eyes is undeniably possible.

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Weird Acronyms – The acronym “GOAT,” meaning “greatest of all time,” has become widely used, both in conversation and on social media in emoji form. The reappropriation of this term, however, as “WOAT,” is a concerning trend. The goat, a popular, double-horned domesticated mammal, is obviously a tangible organism that walks the earth, making the first acronym funny. A “woat,” however, is evidently an awkward pairing of syllables that represents no actual existence of anything. Not all acronyms have to spell real words, but ones worth using all the time in verbal communication probably should.

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Giving Thanks and Staying True: TU/TD

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The Invaluable – Boston College is a buzzing university. Thousands of students flow through its campus each day, moving between various dining, classroom, lecture, and residence halls. Between homework, club meetings, service trips, workouts at the plex, and finding time to sleep, students are undeniably busy, and often so wrapped up in their own lives that they fail to acknowledge the people around them that make their everyday experience possible. The dining and custodial staff at BC are some of the most hardworking and considerate people I have encountered during my travels and time spent in different institutions. They are dedicated to making sure the University can serve the needs of its many students, faculty, and visitors day in and day out, and often receive little credit for their integral contribution to campus. The next time you’re checking out to pay for your lunch, or throwing away your Tuscan Chicken container in Eagle’s Nest, remember to say thank you to the staff that work to make your college experience comfortable.

One More Week – Spring Break is creeping up on BC like a lion on the prowl, ready to pounce and feast upon the motivation, bank accounts, and morality of the student body. Whether they are embarking on service trips to various destinations across the country, or hopping on a plane to Punta Cana, students will soon be released from their academic mindsets, and a much needed break will be had.

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Screw the First – King Cheeto is at it again. He’s taken a perspective on the media that is unprecedented in the history of the American presidency. He has consistently criticized and attempted to discredit some of the country’s most reputable institutions such as The New York Times, CNN, and NBC, in an attempt to convince the American public that the organizations they have trusted to report the news for years have suddenly become corrupt, conspiratorial, and “fake.” The toupée-dawning wannabe autocrat that currently runs our country has proven that he is too immature to handle critical and honest reporting. Or, perhaps he is just so naïve and easily persuaded that he actually believes the deceit that his henchmen, primarily Steve Bannon, chirp in his ear on a daily basis. His decision to not attend the White House Correspondents Dinner will only further burn the well-established bridges between his office and the media. The barring of multiple major news organizations from attending a White House press briefing is an egregious and pointless assault on one of the most important components of American democracy. Regardless of what the spray tan emperor wants, however, the Fourth Estate isn’t going anywhere, and the truth will inevitably prevail.

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A Zoo of Originality: TU/TD

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Being Unique – Conformity is a rampant issue in contemporary education. Moreover, there is a generational divide between professors and their students that plagues college campuses across the country. Older professors often fail to connect with the modern aspects of their students’ lives, often creating a stark division between what students learn in the classroom and what they experience in the real world. Even lessons from the promiscuous society of ancient Greece often fail to relate to the complex scene of hookup culture that every college student is exposed to, whether they like it or not. There is one professor at Boston College, however, that has made an effort to traverse the canyon. Putting a new lens on the Jesuit perspective, the man known as TKM by his admirers has not shied away from embracing and wholeheartedly analyzing the potential benefits of the hookup culture that too many educators are quick to condemn. By branching out of the archaic and accepted norms of the past, TKM has exemplified how higher education must advance to keep up with society’s rapid pace, and unwavering open-mindedness that other professors should seek to emulate in their classrooms.

Taking Control – Sometimes, our hands lose their grip on the wheel. We sit back, and we let someone else take charge. We subjugate ourselves to the passenger seat, trusting that the person to our left will bring us to where we want to be. We let them dictate our lives’ twists and turns, to play their music on the stereo. We rely on someone else so much that we forget how to drive. Not anymore.

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Feeling Like a Zoo Animal – The freshman sat in Bapst, one of the last strongholds of peace and focus on campus. A frequent visitor, the nook that he occupied between the two bookshelves felt like home. His peace was soon disturbed, however, by the arrival of a tour group of prospective students and their parents. Suddenly, a cage fit for a tiger dropped from the ceiling, and the freshman found himself stuck behind metal bars. Astounded, his head began to spin as Acacia trees and dry, long savannah grass sprouted from the green carpeted floor. He arose quickly and grasped the bars tightly, peering out at the visitors who strolled by as if nothing had happened. He watched in awe as cages descended upon all of the students who had innocently chosen to come to the library to study. The visitors gazed, pointed, shouted, and photographed the caged students, and when they were through they exited from where they came. The cages rose quickly back into the ceiling, and the students, traumatized, fled the library in a frenzied hurry, leaving the tables open for the next crowd of unassuming students to fall into the University’s publicity trap.

Featured Image by Zoe Fanning / Heights Editor

Moonlight and Kindness: TU/TD

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Good Riddance – Snow is one of those things I can only tolerate for so long. Sure, snow is nice when it’s falling from the sky and transforms the world into a quiet and picturesque landscape. Yes, not having to go to class is always great. Once the skies clear up, however, and the surface of a snowfall melts, the only thing snow is really good for is getting in the way. The massive snow fields and piles scattered around campus that have persisted since the snowstorm make it a treacherous environment. It appears that the onslaught of wintry weather has subsided, at least for now, and solace is finally here. The sun has finally decided to do its job, and the snow has begun to melt away, littering the sidewalks of Chestnut Hill with patches of puddles that force freshmen to wear their Duck Boots seemingly every day. Then again, they do that anyway, so maybe now it actually just makes sense.

A Moonlit Soirée – A wise person once told me: “Music isn’t good unless it makes you feel something.” Toploader’s version of this classic song begins with a speculative and warm melody that sets the stage for the music’s powerful spell. Listeners are transported to a warm summer evening, and suddenly, they’re on a patio lit by lanterns overhead, surrounded by their best friends. It’s a wedding reception. It’s a graduation celebration. Or it’s just a party. Regardless, carefree vibes dominate the outdoor scene as the friends dance together. They’ve come free of inhibitions, without drama, and for the sole reason of having a good time. Toploader arrives out of nowhere, and immediately begins to play everyone’s favorite song. Life moves slower for a little while.

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Knowing it Won’t Last – The phrase “All good things must come to an end” is perhaps one of the most frustrating indisputable realities of life. In particular, when it applies to good weather. A 60-degree day in February in Massachusetts only breeds false hope. The many freshmen seen wearing salmon shorts around campus are only lying to themselves and their Snapchat friends. This is New England, and it is still winter.

I’m Not Even Close to You – There is a door-holding, pseudo-kindness culture at Boston College that burdens many well-meaning people. From the Chocolate Bar to Lower Campus and everywhere in between, the tendency of students to wait needlessly to hold a door open for someone walking far behind them leads to minute yet tragic incidents everyday. The pressure to pick up your gait because someone you don’t know is 30 yards ahead waiting patiently for you to exit is annoying, especially because once you do he or she will forget you exist. If you’re bent on being my servant, feel free, but I’m not changing my walking speed to accommodate your kindness.

Featured Image by Zoe Fanning / Heights Editor