Olivia Franceschini (she/her) served as the Opinions Editor for The Heights in spring 2022. She was the Associate Opinions Editor in 2021. You can reach her at olivia.franceschini@bcheights.com.
In the spring of 2020, a few months before I was an official Boston College student in the Class of 2024, I was a disenchanted high school senior with no idea of what the future might hold. I was perpetually tired, perennially anxious, and in desperate need of direction.
One of my good friends, Thomas, and I have a running joke that before we graduate, we must emcee at a campus production.
Conventional wisdom suggests that as you progress through your four years of college, you’ll begin to assume increasing levels of responsibility in all aspects of your life. In many ways, this is true, especially for Boston College students.
There’s even evidence for why reflecting on a past self and predicting our future is such a difficult exercise. While it’s relatively easy to recall our past feelings and recognize the differences between then and now, it’s a much larger struggle to project our own futures.
When the cards fly and the game rapidly unfolds, nothing else really matters. Your brain is so absorbed with numbers and colors that you can’t possibly think about anything else.
There’s a fair amount of talk today about body positivity, self-improvement, and combatting unhealthy workout and diet culture. At the same time, I also think there’s a lot of fear to admit that sometimes we do feel self-judgemental—even to our closest friends.
If you have ever had the luxury of living in a questionably up-to-code off-campus house surrounding Boston College, you have probably experienced the joy of dealing with rats.
Traditionally, fire drills are emergency exercises that simulate a building evacuation in the case of a fire. In the corporate world, however, a “fire drill” is what you call it when shit hits the fan.
When you’re a freshman, everything is new, everything is exciting, and everything is a little bit scary. The laundry room is overwhelming. Canvas is confusing. Distractions (and emails) are everywhere. Just ask freshman year me.
There are probably many reasons why Eagles aren’t dancing at parties, but I have two running theories for the phenomenon.
