The moment you step in, you’re welcomed into a cozy, inviting atmosphere where people sit together, chatting and crocheting. There’s an immediate warmth — an unspoken understanding that here, you can just be.
After three weeks on crutches due to a sports injury that ended in hip surgery, I suddenly found myself facing everyday challenges that made the walkable city of Boston, unwalkable. I wanted to share some advice for anyone else who finds themselves on crutches in the middle of the semester.
The vision of my crush-life felt like one of those black and white cowboy movies where the tumbleweeds dance across the screen. Or maybe an attic full of cobwebs.
Dear Abby: I’m a freshman and I want to hear your thoughts about sex. I feel like I’ve heard so much gossip and judgment around the act; and I don’t know what to believe. Is there a right time to do it? Is there a limit to the number of sexual partners I should have? I’m very lost.
You will not catch me running down Commonwealth Avenue — not for a bus, not for a train, not even for class. I’d much rather stroll in late than be caught dashing around campus. Running and scooters are the two things I vow to never use to get to class.
Dear Abby: My boyfriend is super popular with the ladies and it’s upsetting me. He's a really nice guy, but I feel like girls are drooling all over him. His ex is also still on campus too and I feel weird knowing they still interact. I know I’m probably being dramatic, but how can I possibly compete? And am I being too possessive by getting jealous?
Have you ever heard the saying that jealousy is a green-eyed monster? Well, newsflash, it’s also a two-faced paradox. One of the undeniable truths about relationships is that there are different standards to how we perceive jealousy.
Dear Doctors,
One of my classmates won an academic award for an article that I know he plagiarized. It doesn’t sit right with me. What should I do?
Sincerely,
Perplexed
Dear Doctors,
I have this professor who always calls on me when I don’t know the answer. What can I do to avoid the embarrassment?
Sincerely,
Perplexed
The old adage instructs that we must never judge a book by its cover. Instead, we must judge it by the contents of its pages.
If we judge Elif Batuman’s 2017 bildungsroman, “The Idiot,” by its...
It’s already September, and while Boston’s weather might not have caught up just yet, fall is on the horizon.
September is overwhelming, regardless of the temperature. I start sweating just thinking about opening my Google Calendar during this time of year. Classes have begun and club meetings are ramping up. I looked ahead yesterday — even though I probably shouldn’t have — and my first midterm is less than three weeks away.
Being a college student in Boston supplies a seemingly endless list of things to do. However, the city, despite all of its perks, can undoubtedly be overstimulating — and I’m frequently struck with the need to escape.
Dear Abby: I’m coming to college and am looking for love! Okay, I also want to get an education, but I am interested in diving into the dating pool. I just don’t want to drown. Do you have any tips on how to stay afloat?
