Creating a show that is supposed to draw the same childhood bliss as the original for a new generation is a huge undertaking. In my opinion, such an effort is better suited for creating new TV show concepts.
An Argument for Common Sense Classes
Last semester, I sat in my Shakespeare class, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to debate whether Hamlet was insane or not. But when we got into the heat of the discussion, I was surprised to find that my professor simply shared his opinion on how Hamlet is insane as my classmates nodded their heads.
Why We Should Understand the Enemies of the Western World
The grand strategy of the world chessboard shifts and changes every day with the development of new interests and political campaigns. It’s foolish to dismiss attempts to understand fellow players because of a supposed moral high ground.
Grillo’s Greatness: From Wooden Cart to Wholesale Celebrity
Everyone has their go-to, feel-good food when they are down in the dumps. Whether it’s chocolate, pizza, ice cream, or some other unhealthy treat, we all have something we crave when the times get bleak.
Senioritis and Shifting Priorities
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.
My Life From Under the Kitchen Table
As effective as my camouflage tactics were, two jarring words eventually reached my ears: “Where’s Jenny?” That simple phrase forced me to muster up just enough courage to allow myself to be hugged (though never hugging back), before seeking a new safe haven.
Self-Interest and Selflessness: A Complex Relationship
Each micro-decision is a balancing act of managing personal care with maintaining relationships. While some decisions allow you to further yourself and your relationships—for example, going to the gym with a friend—even trivial decisions often require sacrifice for one over the other.
To Feel Seen
This story starts at 5 a.m., though it easily could have begun much later. With a bus scheduled to leave at 9 a.m. from a station barely five minutes away from my hotel, a few more hours of sleep would’ve been the logical decision.
The (Limiting) Language of Love
So how can love span both mutual and unreciprocated feelings, encompass romance and platonism, and be both given and felt? By using the word in such a variety of ways, we are simultaneously overgeneralizing and severely restricting love in our language.
Head Empty, No Thoughts: A Beginner’s Guide to the Bog of Bleh
You see, I have recently found myself feeling stuck in a bog of bleh—a void of lethargy and nothingness. In it, identity feels irrelevant, purpose seems excessive, ideals feel presumptuous, and goals are downright impossible.