As an English major, I know I’m not the first to experience the stigma surrounding the humanities. The age-old judgment seems to be that the humanities are simply easier than STEM. There’s just less work—not every question has one right answer, so many answers can be perceived to be correct. Even now, as I attend…
What does it mean to be a Boston College student? This was the question that instructors posed to me my first week here at BC. This is the question that all new freshmen are asked when they come and sit down on the squeaky red chairs of McGuinn 121 during their orientation session. This is…
Confession: I used to be 250 pounds. While a small fraction of this could be attributed to an Italian grandmother who had little to no regard for portion sizes, most of it could be attributed to late-night stress-eating coupled with the easy availability of junk food. As is the same with many college students across…
While astrology is often dismissed as nothing more than sensationalized horoscopes that claim to predict individuals’ futures, the zodiac can still provide unique insights about human nature. I was a zodiac skeptic for many years, thinking that it was absurd for people to claim that every person on Earth can fit into one of 12…
Common Core classes, we all have to take them, most of us hate them. One more thing they all have in common: They’re made up of the same types of people: The panicked freshman This is the student who walks in 15 minutes late to the first class and does not hesitate to apologize profusely…
I stood in front of my closet this weekend with a single question in mind: What does one wear to a skunk hunt? Is it bad, I wondered, to wear all black and blend into the night? After all, I wasn’t trying to hide too effectively and then scare the skunk into spraying me. My…
For most Boston College students, core requirements are pesky intro classes that take up a year’s worth of college. They’re a huge part of what makes BC the special, Jesuit university that it is. You might often hear a student, in passing, complaining about the core and asking why it was even created in the…
When I would read my high school math class syllabus, I read it differently than most of my classmates did. While my teachers would specify that homework would only take between 45 minutes to an hour to complete, I read it as between three and four hours—because that’s how long it would take me. Similarly,…
It’s about that time of year when everyone is just about settled in. Friends, classes, and schedules are all now familiar. As we adjust to our new home, we realize that no matter where we are some things just never change. On a Friday night, I’m getting dinner with my roommates after class, wearing my…
This summer, abandoned by all of my friends for beaches and internships, I found myself alone, lying face-up on the kitchen floor eating Oreos and thinking about the butter wrappers on the ceiling of McElroy Commons. C-SPAN blared while I squinted, trying to see how far I would have to close my eyes before I…
