The Heights

Stop Pulling the (Metaphorical) Fire Alarm in Your Life

Olivia Franceschini • October 22, 2023

Traditionally, fire drills are emergency exercises that simulate a building evacuation in the case of a fire. In the corporate world, however, a “fire drill” is what you call it when shit hits the fan.

From Home to the Heights: The Freshman Experience

Helia Attar • October 15, 2023

We have all gone through it, or currently are: the nerve-racking, fun, and stressful freshman year. At the six-week mark, most of us are well immersed in the delicate dance of making new friends and finding one’s place in the vast social landscape of college.

The Struggle of Sibling Separation in College

Chase Pinette • October 15, 2023

Siblings! We don’t choose them. Their presence is bestowed on us, whether we like it or not. They somehow always know exactly when you plan on taking a shower (only to hog it first), and they know how to push every last one of your buttons. Yet, if you have siblings, they can shape your identity in a way no one else can.

We Need More Male Teachers, and BC Can Help

Peter Coquillette • October 15, 2023

Boys don’t see nearly enough male teachers. Female teachers outnumber male teachers three to one in the U.S. K-12 education system. And when looking at the figures for elementary school teachers, the divide is even more dramatic: Men make up only 19.5 percent.

Playing Games in Situationship Culture

Mary Perez • October 15, 2023

The Boston College student is marked by a competitive spirit—a spirit not confined to the classroom. Although we consider ourselves men and women for others, we also seek success for ourselves.

In Defense of Tall Poppies and Mountain Ponies: A Lorikeet Among the Eagles

Andrew Lim • October 1, 2023

Who am I and what am I doing in your newsfeed? Well, this semester has seen me swap my native home of Melbourne, Australia for the Heights.

The Lost Art of Boredom

Emmbrooke Flather • October 1, 2023

I’ve always been well acquainted with boredom. When I was younger, my boredom fueled my imagination as I turned my uncle’s feather duster into a ballerina or rooted for raindrops racing across the windshield. But as I grew older, boredom became something much more meaningful: a tool for me to find a sense of home.