This time last year, I was just beginning my senior year in Los Angeles. My dress code up until December consisted of skirts, shorts, tank tops, light shirts and Converse sneakers. I didn’t own a pair...

Fox News inadvertently broadcasted a man’s suicide on Friday. The network aired live feed of a car chase near Phoenix, Ariz., including the final scene where the driver abandoned his car and shot himself...

The George Sherman Union is a magical land, is it not? Filled with wonderful food, friends and fun. After only some three years, I’ve now learned the proper way to execute the perfect GSU Experience...

I am alone in the library on a Friday afternoon and my pen just died. It’s really sad — you have to understand. It was my only one. I knew I’d be spending today on the third floor of Mugar, and...

I was editor of The Daily Free Press during the 1981–82 academic year. In October, I and four other members of the Free Press were arrested for trespassing at the Boston University police station, having...

Let’s you and I be honest with one another: John R. Silber was a son of a bitch. When I became editor of the Free Press in 1986, the first words he uttered to me, after an editorial he didn’t like,...

Love is a tricky emotion, especially in college. There are just so many aspects of being a college student on which to focus. Our interests range from athletics, to arts, to academics and span all the...

The moment I joined BU’s Class of 2016 Facebook group, I saw roommate surveys posted by future students for all to see and judge. Though I’m kind of the jobless person who likes to fill out surveys,...

My high school is a very tight-knit community in the suburbs of Los Angeles. My graduating class is fewer than 150 kids, and we were all friendly with each other. Since my school was so small, it was very...

When I first got to Boston University all those years ago, I knew it would be tough, like, “Oh no! What’s that? It’s an earthquake, everybody stay calm!” [Insert mass hysteria]. But after all these...

Having lived abroad, I’m no stranger to the awkward feeling of being l’étranger (the stranger) in an unfamiliar room of regulars — encroaching where I do not belong is my specialty. Comment, Monsieur...

Music has always been an integral part of my life. When I was younger, I would obsess over CDs or be constantly tuned into the radio. When the age of MP3 players emerged, I was hardly without one. In fact,...