Some of the greatest minds in the world have boiled the “date” down to approximately three steps: 1) Pickup date 2) Spend time with date 3) End date. And while there may be some wiggle room on what...

There is a certain quiet energy about Boston that keeps me coming back to it, even though my relationship with the city resembles a very rocky, Nora Ephron-esque love story — that is to say, an almost...

As college students, we’re constantly wired to technology. It has become an integral part of our day-to-day lives — we’re plugged in through our laptops, our smartphones and our tablets. Our incessant...

My MacBook Pro is a pro at many things, but it is especially a pro at scaring the crap out of me. This weekend my MacBook went into cardiac arrest. Everything turned out to be fine. If it hadn’t, I...

When I returned to campus at the start of my sophomore year last August, I felt comfortable — relieved even that Boston University was just as I had left it. Nothing about the campus, at least nothing...

Your pencils are sharpened. Your schedule is made. Your glasses are polished. Your outfit is ready. Your dorm is clean. You stand at the door ready to begin a journey that will take you through four years...

You rising freshmen at Boston University are in the same position I was a year ago.  It’s the beginning of a new chapter in life for everyone, but for some it’s the beginning of a larger adventure....

I remember when I used to read The Daily Free Press in the West Campus dining hall before I had my own column. I always thought that I could manage having a column of my own in the paper. After giving...

“Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” These words have been resounding in my head lately. No matter how I look at it, I find myself steadily approaching the point of no return. The...

Today I walked into the College of Fine Arts for the first time. Why? I guess I could say I had a sudden urge to see the inside of a building that I had never seen before. Why the delay? Ah, probably...

Throughout high school, time seemed to move at a snail’s pace. Each day seemed an eternity as they accumulated to form weeks and months; those brief summers were over with a blink of an eye, throwing...

Dear London, Please excuse the tear drops that are falling on the keyboard as I write this letter to you – I’ve been listening to Adele, packing, being nostalgic and thinking about our time together...