For the past three months, I’ve taken greater enjoyment from criticizing Boston University. It’s been a way for me to vent about all of the crazy things that BU has done (or not done). I’ve written...
The first time I stepped into Student Village II, my eyes started to tear up at the beauty of the building. Paintings, the fresh smell of a newly built hotel and comfy couches surrounded me as I walked...
Congratulations, freshmen! You’ve made it through your first housing registration. Ready to cry? Well, if you’re not crying yet, this will help: it only gets marginally better when you’re a sophomore....
It’s a cold, frigid night and the air is still. I’m walking down an empty street when I see a light turn on in a closed department store. My head tells me not to walk any closer but my feet won’t...
Today’s the day I’m going to get on the Boston University Shuttle. It’s going to happen. It’s 26 degrees outside, the wind has already blown my hat off twice, my fingers are too numb to text, and...
After having lunch at the George Sherman Union too many times to count the past couple of weeks, I finally trek across the street to Warren Towers (which is the second largest non-military dormitory in...
Someone could buy a good amount of things for $36: two T-shirts, a purse, a pair of shoes or a whole lot of food from the George Sherman Union. My eyes turn into money signs at the thought of having some...
After a long day of taking notes, reading textbooks and chasing elementary school children at my tutoring job, the only thing that I want to do when I get back to my room is curl up on my bed and watch...
It’s 6:30 p.m. and I can feel my stomach grumble as I watch Bobby Flay plate his grilled chicken breast stuffed with goat cheese with smoked chile cilantro sauce. It’s time to eat. With my mouth...
