I was born in Boston and grew up just north of the city. But being from New England does not make me rude. It’s more complicated than that.
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Gold, Geopolitics, and the U.S.-China Power Struggle
The great power competition between the United States and China spans multiple sectors of the global economy. Most recently, it has played a growing role in the rise of gold prices. In today’s political landscape, concerns about inflation, fiscal sustainability, and U.S. foreign policy toward China all influence the price of this valuable resource. During…
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Senior Year: Priceless Memories, Pricey Bills
Seniors are constantly encouraged to say “yes” to every experience that comes their way, but no one seems to mention the expensive price tag attached. Saying “yes” inevitably means saying “goodbye” to the limited stockpile of cash seniors have saved over the last four years.
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Confessions of a Hoarder
While packing for freshman year the summer of 2022, I brought everything—from quote books to monogrammed wine glasses. A silver leather jacket, eccentric sneakers, cheetah-print tops, colorful sandals, and chunky jewelry have all sat in my wardrobe for the past three years, traveling with me to every room I’ve lived in at BC. Thanks to my inability to clean out my room, countless miscellaneous garments remain in my tiny dorm to this day.
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The Illusion of Perfection
At Boston College, the visions of a typical college—Maruchan ramen and red solo cups—quickly fade to something out of a Pinterest board. When I visited as a high school senior, I was not only left gasping at the staggering gothic architecture and perfectly manicured lawns, but also by the seemingly perfect students. They were abnormally attractive. Like the grounds, they didn’t have a hair out of place, and if their puffer wasn’t Canada Goose, it was Moncler.
This memory didn’t turn out to be an illusion
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Courage to Date
I think we are the first generation where sex is less awkward to talk about than dating. In order to not further risk my chances of getting into heaven, I’ll be talking about the latter—I’m told BC priests read these articles every now and then. Strap in! In case you didn’t know, Merriam-Webster defines date as “the brown, oblong edible fruit of a palm (Phoenix dactylifera).”
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One Last Dose of Teenage Angst
About a month ago, I turned 20. This wasn’t sudden—I knew it was coming. It didn’t sneak up from behind or jump out from under my bed. In the back of my mind, there had been a slow countdown to the date that had been in my calendar since Jan. 11, 2005. Still, I wasn’t ready for how weird it would feel to no longer be a teenager.
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Balancing Tradition and Change in Otis
My best childhood memories are a patchwork of my time spent in Otis Wood Lands, a small community exploding with my family’s history. Over forty years ago, my grandfather and his brother each bought small cabins in Otis, a tiny town in rural Massachusetts.
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Do Not Remember This Column
I’m terrified of losing my memory. Genetically, it feels almost inevitable. My mom’s family has a history of Alzheimer’s disease, while my dad’s family has a history of brain tumors. Both sides also had members who struggled with alcoholism—another indicator of poor brain health in old age.
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Breaking Out of the BC Bubble
“He felt that Boston College was a gated community for white people.” Those words, casually mentioned by the nurse to explain why her son did not attend Boston College, hit me like a brick wall. As a nursing student in my population health clinical, I was placed at an elementary school in Lower Roxbury.
