Harvard University dismissed two faculty members of its Center for Middle Eastern Studies in March after the CMES faced accusations of ideological bias and antisemitism regarding teaching on the Israel-Hamas conflict.
What I wrote in my journal abroad didn’t seem worth sharing since many entries were half-formed thoughts. But there’s more there than I initially realized. I wrote for the hell of it — which, I think, is the best type of writing. Now, I'm diving into my unfiltered journal entries from abroad — they’re raw, real and vulnerable.
Emerson students and creative soulmates Gianna Cavarozzi and Lyanna Zammas co-wrote and co-directed a dark, witty exploration of power, corruption and masculinity — seen through a distinctly feminine lens. This 44 minute short film transcends the expectations of a student project with the transformative power of women-led storytelling by its women-run crew.
The university has recently put me on disciplinary leave, pending a psych evaluation. Even though I don’t think I need it, would you be willing to take me on as a client?
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.
My father has advised me to never, ever, become a lawyer. He’s been practicing law for 21 years, and that’s one of the biggest pieces of legal advice he has ever given to me and my little sister. It was one of those things he would state at a family dinner while we picked at potatoes and prayed for the ice cream our grandad got us.
It may sound cheesy, but it’s all true. To all of the incoming freshmen, transfer students and incoming seniors — I still can’t believe that I’m one of those — you have plenty of time. You are not behind. Learn to enjoy the passing of time and try not to rush into a life that you feel others expect of you. If all else fails, dancing and singing with friends is always a good idea.
Mournful and blissful. Sad and happy. Bittersweet, if you will. I've got one month left until I throw my cap in the air and say goodbye to Boston University for good.
It’s time to call on the BU administration to adopt the The Survivors' Bill of Rights and remind BU that they have a responsibility to ensure the safety of its students.
We acknowledge that everyone comes from a different educational background in the same way that they do social, economic and cultural — so why should every student be defined by a single number they earn from a test that isn’t holistically fair?
