Read it and weep, Boston College freshmen. It’s almost the end of the semester, and if you’ve made it this far, you’re almost guaranteed to be a cool 10 pounds lighter from skipping out on meals at Mac or from the relentless drip-drip-dripping of your nose thanks to the adorably named “BC Throat Tickle Pt….
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The Resurrection of the Bibliophile
“Are you a bibliophile?” She asked the question like it was an insult. I was sitting on the chipping blue bench—tucking my obligatory Catholic school plaid skirt under my legs to avoid splinters—with my copy of Harry Potter nestled securely under my arm. After letting me sit in awkward silence for a moment too long,…
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The BaconEggandCheese Dilemma, and Other East Coast Things
Coming from San Francisco, it feels like every other person I’ve met on campus is from New Jersey, Connecticut, or somewhere in Massachusetts. As a freshman in my first month of college, I have felt a little isolated at times because no one seems to miss home as much as I do. While I knew…