Last week, the Boston College Republicans invited Andrew Klavan to speak at an event titled “The Art of Being Free.” Several students showed up at the event to protest Klavan’s history of Islamophobic, racist, sexist, and homophobic comments. The Office of Student Involvement (OSI) has a hard job when it comes to issues such as…
When I first started college, I figured that participation grades would diminish in light of more intellectually challenging material that requires more individual reflection and demanding assignments. Instead, in MCAS classes, participation seems to take up larger percentages of final grades with each passing year. I am all for sharing ideas and having discussions with…
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 will laugh until I’m crying profusely at my own joke—a joke that I often don’t even say out loud. I will tell myself a joke, in my head,…
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 her head fell off, Bianca?” No, not even then). It didn’t occur when I moved to the United States in May 2018 and, for the first time, was left…
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 with the realization that, on top of the assignment itself, which required group coordination and several scheduled…
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 to me, especially given the prolific amount of fake news in the United States right now, so I decided…
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 in to your professor that evening. It could entail going to the pho restaurant in Allston that you and your roommate have…
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 game, which drives non-Patriots fans crazy. While we do, however, acknowledge being spoiled, Patriots fans continue to expect nothing less…
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 feminist. And while these words may be accurate portrayals of some hookup cases, for others, the sexualization and objectification of fellow classmates 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 of guilty, kind of mentally-fuzzy feeling I used to get when my mom asked me to do something,…
