I won’t lie and say that Valentine’s Day is something I’m looking forward to this year. I know it won’t be filled with the type of romance you read about in Jane Austen novels, but I’ve at least learned how to make it bearable.
Column, Opinions
Party Leadership Risks a Rug Pull
Early into the 118th Congress, both houses have already found themselves steeped in political drama—from House Speaker Kevin McCarthy’s trials and tribulations to changing political loyalties in the Senate.
Opinions, Column
Be One With Nature: Embrace Your Inner Animal and Think Environmentally
If you think about it, despite our best attempts to isolate ourselves from nature by hiding behind the walls of our houses and sequestering ourselves in compact cities, we cannot escape the fact that nature trickles into every crevice it can.
Opinions, Column
The Mirage of Syllabus Week and an Easy Start
The idea that the semester’s start is carefree could not be further from the truth. In reality, it can be just as chaotic and stressful as finals week.
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Degrees of Separation
My social world, as my perfectionistic brain views it, is laid out in perfectly concentric circles. There’s my friends, their friends, their friends’ friends, and so on, with only a few connecting lines in between.
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Life, Flexibility, and the Pursuit of Oak Dressers
So much had refused to go my way. Abroad, internships, friendships, clubs, and oak dressers—they all teamed up against me. Throwing wrenches in my beautifully designed plans.
Opinions, TU/TD
Thumbs Up, Thumbs Down: Week of Feb. 5
Despite freezing temperatures, Boston’s gray skies are gone—and the sun is shining over Gasson once again.
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The Bright Side of Losing in Solitaire
The flashing card game on my screen would teach me lessons the unit circle never could: solitaire taught me to accept failure.
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New Month’s Resolutions?
A new year equals a unique opportunity … to not follow through with our goals. The Plex might be packed for the month of January, sure. But when the clock struck 12 on this month of insincere promises, we all disappeared from the Plex and turned back into pumpkins.
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I Can Make BC Bearable
Si nos ponemos tristes, podríamos estar tristes para siempre. Translated from Spanish, this means, “If we allow ourselves to be sad, we could be sad forever.”
