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.
Although I can hardly believe it, I—like nearly 2,500 other Boston College students—am nearing the end of my freshman year.
The flashing card game on my screen would teach me lessons the unit circle never could: solitaire taught me to accept failure.
“This kind of learning results in the knowledge of the material in isolation: Without the context, students are not able to uncover the meaning behind the event.”
Thumbs Up Something I’m Not – Before writing this, I looked back at the first ever Thumbs Up/Thumbs Down that I wrote back in December. I was new, and the glorious legacy of the previous thumbs made me feel as if I had to replicate their style. As I reflect on this semester, I’m coming to…
