As I said earlier, the key to college is finding balance. And with the right planning, you can find that you have enough time to enjoy both the deep, interesting discussions in your Ecology and Evolution review on Thursdays and the joyous occasion of Facetime Fridays with a friend who lives 2,576 miles away.
You may now refrain from sending me drunk texts/photos/dms/videos about/of the skunks you see. You’ve collectively sent enough content for a medium-length documentary. I’m good, guys.
College football might not be what it’s been for every single freshman class before us. But I wouldn’t trade the memory of watching the game with my floor on a blurry projection on the lounge wall for anything.
“Bay-gull” is the Goldi-locks of the word’s pronunciation. It references bagels’ Eastern European roots while also maintaining the adaptations both the baked good, and the word itself, have made over time. One thing’s for certain: It’s definitely not “bag-el.”
The government’s mismanagement of priorities and dysfunction within its coronavirus response has resulted in extreme hardship for much of the everyday population, and without serious reflection on how to help people to survive these difficult times, many more people will die preventable deaths, suffer from extreme stress, and lose out on valuable early education.
Columnist Grace Christenson asks a question that high school seniors across the country are asking themselves right now: Is Boston College a good school? Well, that depends on what you mean by good. But if we’re using the University’s coronavirus response as a measuring stick, the answer is no.
Columnist Doug Girardot writes that in their reopening rhetoric, BC officials did everything in their effort to downplay the realities of college life in a pandemic. The flurry of summer emails students received in their inboxes and the maroon and gold technocratic signage littered throughout campus have suggested a conditional promise of normalcy: If you do all these things, then we can have school just like usual. But this is a dangerously fantastical apodosis.
I am human, and I understand my emotions. Not that well, as I still see my UCS therapist, but I know how I feel.
New nuclear needs only a moment in the sun to blossom, and through it, we can help achieve the greener future we deserve.
