The value of painful emotions is twofold. First, they serve as a signal of your deeper character—for example, sadness might be a signal that you are compassionate. Second, painful emotions are a call to action.
Opinions, Column
Boston College: The School for Sisyphus
It’s that time of year again. No, it’s not time to go apple picking, carve a pumpkin, or even be thankful for our friends and family. In many ways, we’ve skipped past that. Instead, Boston College students went straight to spending our time talking about housing plans for next year.
Opinions, Column
On Homecoming and Holistic Education: A Lorikeet Among the Eagles
That school spirit so joyfully displayed at BC is all but unimaginable back in Australia. To the Aussie mind, being a student is just one of many things you do.
Opinions, TU/TD
Thumbs Up, Thumbs Down: Week of Nov. 5
November brings a great deal of anticipatory holiday cheer, and perhaps a bit of controversy over the ever-important question: Is Nov. 1 the start of the holiday season?
Opinions, Column
My Hair, My Problem
When you wear your hair one way, and people tell you they prefer it another way, it’s not a good feeling. Especially when you’re an overthinker like myself.
Opinions, Column
A Psychological Analysis of Concertgoing
The necessity of music as an emotional outlet is indisputable in my opinion, but it typically serves as background noise to the ever-moving world around us. Concerts provide a brief interlude from the onslaught of life’s stressors, allowing us to live life in a pure state of awe and uninterrupted emotion.
Opinions, Column
Navigating Political Discourse and Encouraging Constructive Conversations
As a new columnist for The Heights, I am grappling with how I can share my opinions while avoiding a collision course. What can I say that is useful? What can I say that is not divisive but productive?
Opinions, Column
Slowing Your Way Out of the Junior Slump
After two years of existing as a clueless underclassman who can’t tell Stokes North from Stokes South, upperclassman-ship is finally upon me. The glitz and glamor of being a junior is nice, but nobody talks about the instantaneous rush of stress that comes with planning life after college.
Opinions, Column
The Music in My Mind
Almost every day of the week, I wake up with a song in my head. Nothing prompts this phenomenon—it just happens, and it paints a picture of how my day will likely pan out.
Opinions, Column
“The Absence of Limitations Is the Enemy of Art”
The other day, my friends and I brainstormed the next big thing. The next Sillybandz, the next Fruit Ninja, the next hoverboard or Flappy Bird or air fryer. To no one’s surprise, though, we couldn’t think of anything. “Everything already exists,” we said.
