Last month, 2,394 incoming Boston College freshmen received an email that revealed long-awaited housing decisions. Students anxiously logged into their housing portals, wondering whether they would be placed on Newton or Upper. Many, however, were in for a rude awakening when they found three names listed next to their room numbers rather than two.
At first glance, nothing about me stays the same. I navigate the world, absorbing its many lessons and transforming my perspective over and over again. But if you look closer, you’ll see one constant: a golden pendant with a delicately carved compass draped around my neck at all times.
A sea of red filled the sold-out stadium, cheering the team to their third victory of the season. And, in an incredible show of BC pride, students flooded the field upon the team’s victory and celebrated the return of BC football in the middle of the downpour.
So, in this time of strife and action, why does it often feel like Boston College is incapable of taking action? In my experience, students here seem to believe there are many culprits to our problem of indifference—usually those with opposing viewpoints. And both sides point a finger at cancel culture.
Fire destroys, so why do the Jesuits tell us to go and set the world aflame? Maybe they just want a new world order where Jesuits reign supreme and everyone has a liberal arts education. Reflecting as a BC senior, however, I believe Saint Ignatius had a less dictatorial image in mind.
Time passes even as I type these words. Time passes as I worry about time passing. Time passes as I ponder what to do about time passing.
Warm lighting and tranquil melodies flooded Stokes Lawn, bringing some much-needed calm to the typically bustling heart of campus. Though they were only here for a night, it was refreshing to finally see some men worth trusting make an appearance on the Heights.
The resignation of Boston College President Rev. William P. Leahy, S.J., tasks the University with finding a new leader for the first time in almost 30 years. However, the Board of Trustees made sure to swiftly indicate that it is likely to select another Jesuit to fill the role.
As a first-semester freshman, I found myself with an empty dining account by November. The service’s issues become obvious the moment you can only afford chicken and two sides.
I find myself starting my final school year and its two remaining semesters. I intend to fully embrace the thirty weeks or 210 days I have left.
