I make myself cry probably once a week.  To be clear, it’s not because I’m sad (usually). It’s because I find myself so intensely hilarious that I wil...

Surprisingly, the scariest moment of my life wasn’t when I watched Hereditary for the first time two summers ago at a midnight showing (“Not even when...

This column is a byproduct of my lack of motivation to complete a reflection assignment. Last week, I recorded a podcast for a group project in one of...

In the first week of this semester, I had a perplexing conversation with one of my suitemates, in which she shared her belief that “the truth does not...

Friday afternoons at Boston College can mean many different things. For one, it could mean locking yourself in your dorm room to frantically finish an...

It’s that time of year again—football season is in full swing, and the New England Patriots are 7-0. Patriots fans like myself are, as usual, thriving...

To hook up, in my opinion, is to have casual, one-time, no-strings-attached sex with someone who is basically a stranger. Our generation has normalize...

For the past five days, I have been keenly, uncomfortably aware of the fact that there was something I was supposed to do that I decided to forget to ...

As someone who is of Middle Eastern heritage, I dislike Halloween very much. It’s the time of year when my friend who once thought Pakistan and Syria ...

Since my last column, I’ve rapidly gained a reputation as the trail-blazing, gorgeous lead reporter covering the skunk beat of Boston College. Two (th...