As the libraries fill up, final exams loom, and uncertainty hangs heavy in the air around grading and graduation, this April exam season is bringing back bad memories for some Journal staff.
In an era of hyper-connected social media, the question of how to handle people from our past—exes, ex-friends, former colleagues—has become more complicated than ever.
I’m writing my final News Flash from a spot I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time during my undergrad: the corner couch at CoGro, iced matcha in one hand, breakfast bagel in the other.
St. Patrick’s day is a time of green-tinted madness where much can get lost in translation—and I don’t just mean bad Irish accents, or slurred drunken words.
We spend our lives chasing what’s cool, curating our tastes, and mocking the mainstream—until a guilty pleasure anthem drops, and in an instant, we’re all believers. It’s in those moments we realize sometimes, the music we connect with doesn’t fit the image we’ve built.