In my spare time, I give tours at a museum downtown. I’d rather not name the actual location, but I basically work (volunteer, actually) in a three-story glass globe that lights up and talks. Seriously....

Supplication is an awkward thing. As looming deadlines keep me up all night and abruptly wake me up in the morning with panicked dreams, I’m painfully aware that in the next two weeks, I need to finalize...

Wednesday, I will relive my standardized testing nightmare and take the GRE out of pure necessity for graduate school admissions. Needless to say, I feel like there is no good way to prepare. I do not...

Learning is an intensely personal process that I don’t think happens in the classroom. My brain has always turned off once a professor attempts to teach an entire class a very technical formula or method...

For the past week, I think I’ve had excess estrogen in my body — I’ve been super irritable around other people. Boston University, which has a mix of students with varied personalities, can do this...

If you’ve read any of my columns in the past, you probably know that I was a cheerleader in high school — I guess I’m one of those pathetic people who can’t let it go. I just can’t stop living...

Ever since I got new sneakers last week to replace my shin-splintery Nikes, I’ve taken up running again. While I typically do other types of exercise to stay in shape, such as walking, Pilates and the...

I’ve been reading two different books, on and off, for about a year now. One is Hermann Hesse’s “The Glass Bead Game,” and the other is Ross Lockridge Jr.’s “Raintree County.” They are both...

For every classroom, there is a pretentious question-asker, a self-important show-off. As a classics major who has taken many literature-based classes where discussion is encouraged, I have had to sit...