I made a few saves, and my dad came over to me, raving that he was proud of my first performance and reassuring that missed saves were not solely my fault — it was a team effort. I played goalie for a few more games and soon fell in love with the position.
I’m worried that something similar might happen when I return from college. Instead of feeling comfortable and relieved, I’ll feel unfamiliar and awkward, like I’m staying at a friend’s house for a week before I return to Boston. I’ve often heard sayings such as “home is where the heart is,” but how am I supposed to call this new place “home” without the proper time to love it?
I could have missed out on big lessons and big wins because I decided not to take a risk. Maybe that’s the riskiest thing of all. Because who knows — my $5 could turn into $500, $1000 or a billion dollars. Probably not a billion, but still — little bets can go a long way.
I was road-tripping across California with my aunt and her two children — the longest trip I had ever taken without my mom. In between their snarky remarks at each other, they would remind me of how lucky I am to be an only child. They weren’t the first people to tell me how grateful I should be as an only child — and they definitely would not be the last.
Public transportation may be the engine of the city of Boston, but that doesn’t mean it works for everyone. Innovate@BU recently co-hosted a venture competition with the Massachusetts Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired where students and alumni crafted creative solutions to make the city's transportation more accessible.
In one of my English classes, we went to see a play together as a class. Two days before the showing, I received an email in which our professor provided a trigger warning for “explicit homosexuality,...
