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 my classes and, sure enough, this week I was hit...

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 matter.” This seemed like a rather shocking claim...

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 International Studies project that you have to turn...

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 off team wins but also highly critical of each...

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 normalized this interaction and has made it “cool” and...

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 do.  I’ve been walking around with that kind...

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 were both bordering nations, who once asked me if...

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 (that’s 2!) strangers approached me about my investigative...

The most influential American universities rely on the generous philanthropic donations of powerful corporations and individuals to thrive. Most of the time, it is safe to say the root of those donations...

As an English major, I know I’m not the first to experience the stigma surrounding the humanities. The age-old judgment seems to be that the humanities are simply easier than STEM. There’s just less...

What does it mean to be a Boston College student? This was the question that instructors posed to me my first week here at BC. This is the question that all new freshmen are asked when they come and...

Confession: I used to be 250 pounds. While a small fraction of this could be attributed to an Italian grandmother who had little to no regard for portion sizes, most of it could be attributed to late-night...