Mining has become a focal point of the Trump administration’s agenda. It has continuously emphasized the significance of the natural resource industry since January, evidenced in both the proposed Ukraine deal and the potential acquisition of Greenland. Both acquisitions are being evaluated not only for their strategic significance to the United States, but also for the immense mineral value embedded in their land.
We’ve all had at least one period-related trauma. I’m willing to bet my quarter (that I’d need for an empty dispenser, so it’s useless anyway) that this trauma ensued from a lack of preparedness. As much as I’d love to be considered a “period fairy,” with an arsenal of cotton products and medications in my backpack for the battleground that is my uterus every month, it is more my style to frantically ask strangers for tampons when the time comes.
I would like to specifically address why I was deeply offended by what Fr. Butler said. You cannot claim to love everybody and then discriminate in how you give your love and who you give your love to. Jesus asks us to love unconditionally, without discrimination, and with special care for the most vulnerable. Matthew 25:40 makes this clear: “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”
Boston College baseball returned to Fenway Park on Tuesday evening for the third-place game in the 2025 Beanpot Baseball tournament, beating UMass 13-6 behind nine runs in the final two innings.
“Like I said before, your body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.” — Anthony Bourdain
I will proudly boast that one of the best habits I adopted over the past year is decentralizing social media from my day—specifically, deleting TikTok and setting strict time limits on other apps. My head feels clearer, my to-do list takes priority, and instead of mindless content consumption, I fill my evenings with journaling, working out, and spending time with friends.
When I first walked into my Duchesne dorm room, it smelled like someone else’s laundry. Its prison-like walls were marked scratches that promised a story, and so did the dented door. I had inherited just half of it for a year. But I pretended like it had been mine all along.
When I was a little kid, my older sisters told me I was never going to touch the bottom of the pool. I wasn’t “old enough.” It’s amazing how memory works. I forget so much of my early years, but I vividly remember swimming down those 10 feet, floatie around my waist, curling my fingers against the small white tiles—just to spite them.
In the words of a better columnist than me: We’ve arrived, inevitably, at the end of things. Unlike her, I can’t make my last Heights column a bohemian masterwork of creative self-reflection. But I can leave you with a few of the world’s most common pieces of advice—phrases so familiar we call them cliches. Overused? Maybe. But, through my life at BC, I’ve come to believe they’re overused for a reason.
Science has traditionally been a steadfast pillar of the global community, advancing the common good. Recent shifts in policies and funding priorities, however, have introduced newfound uncertainties into the scientific world. The purpose of this piece is to remind the Boston College community of the importance and interconnectedness of all sectors of science—and to offer a source of inspiration to overcome this period of transition and ambiguity.
A couple months ago, I ran into a friend of mine at Hillside. I hadn’t seen her in a while, so I proposed dinner plans at some point that week. “I’d love to,” she responded. “But let me check my GCal …” In seconds, her computer was open, and Google Calendar (colloquially referred to as GCal) was pulled up.
