In the next few weeks, you will be meeting hundreds of new people. You may not remember their names, intended majors, hometowns or their answers to any of the other standard Orientation-Week questions. However, there are a few people on this campus you should make sure to know. Here is a list compiled by the News section of the Daily.
Time moves quickly. Your presence here, today, is proof of that. Whether you're a graduate or someone who helped a graduate get to where he or she is today — a parent, friend, sibling, relative, professor, etc. — you've likely stepped back in shock a number of times over the past few weeks and wondered where the time has gone. While we all mark the passage of time in our own ways, through photographs or journal entries, postcards and home video tapes, we all, for the most part, share the same pop-cultural cornerstones The class of 2011 has been in school since the early 1990s. Most of us entered kindergarten in 1994, the year that Quentin Tarantino won the Palme d'Or for "Pulp Fiction." We have been in school for 17 years since then. We have seen the second half of the "Star Wars" series unfold, as well as the final chapter (we hope) in the "Indiana Jones" franchise.
I think it's fair to say that everyone at least vaguely enjoys a good debate. We come to college and, all of a sudden, we're exposed to 5,000 new people with 5,000 new opinions that we've never encountered before. A whole new arena for conversation. Some of the most interesting meals I've had here at Tufts are the ones that took place around lively debates with my friends about gendered language or nuclear war. I recently found myself engaged in similar discussion about the morals of doing laundry, but this time I wasn't sitting in Dewick or at a table in the Mayer Campus Center. Instead, I was sitting at my desk in my room, watching a Facebook comment thread grow.
In the first official meeting of the newly elected Tufts Community Union (TCU) Senate, the body last night nominated juniors Tomas Garcia and Ben Richards as the candidates in the presidential election scheduled for April 26.
Over 200 Jumbos yesterday joined a herd of almost 25,000 runners in the 115th Boston Marathon as part of the President's Marathon Challenge (PMC).
The School of Dental Medicine earlier this month named Dr. Huw F. Thomas as its next dean, concluding a nationwide search process.
Statistics say the average man thinks about sex once every seven seconds. "Conception" will have the average guy covered for a week.
Assistant Professor of Electrical and Computer Engineering Thomas Vandervelde was earlier this month one of five individuals in the nation to win a $400,000, five−year grant awarded to early−career professors by the National Science Foundation (NSF).
In a divided vote Wednesday, Arts, Sciences and Engineering (AS&E) faculty members chose to note the successful completion of the Reserve Officers' Training Corps (ROTC) program on cadets' final transcripts.
I found Molly Wallace's review of ABC's "Happy Endings" ("No happy ending in sight for ABC's latest," April 25, 2011) incredibly offensive. In particular, the description of Adam Pally's character, Max, rubbed me the wrong way. For those who did not read the review, it read, "[Adam] Pally steals the show with his nonstereotypical depiction of a gay character. Max is Dave's bro?ish and sloppy best friend, an incredibly refreshing departure from the flamboyance so often seen in primetime (a la Chris Colfer in 'Glee' or Eric Stonestreet in 'Modern Family'). I would go so far to claim that Pally gives the most realistic portrayal of a gay character on television ..."
Students present on the roof of Tisch Library last Wednesday, an unofficial holiday to celebrate marijuana culture, have raised questions as to why Tufts University Police Department (TUPD) this year responded more vigilantly than they could remember in years past to students smoking marijuana.
Think that you know all there is to know after spending the past week holed away in Club Tisch? Tufts' dance troupe Spirit of Color (SoC) isn't so sure. Grab a pen, a notebook and your sickest pair of kicks, because tonight, SoC is about to teach you a lesson — in swag.
A traveling circus in the Depression era is the setting, a passionate love triangle is the story's engine, an elephant that understands commands in Polish is the most endearing character: These are the main ingredients in the historical novel "Water for Elephants" (2007), which found its way to the big screen last Friday.
Students at Tufts describe themselves as social actors creating positive change in the world. We protest the school's treatment of janitors, decry incidents of racial profiling and remove trays from the dining halls. There is no denying these actions have produced real changes on significant issues for the Tufts community. But while we think of ourselves as socially and environmentally conscious, we tend to overlook the smaller issues that have a real impact on the world. For example, there is a collective lack of recognition about leaving the lights on in dorm rooms all day, while concurrently criticizing President Barack Obama for supporting big oil. Because of this we can claim the mantle of environmental sustainability without altering our daily routines in a way that would inconvenience us. We do not worry about the little things since we supposedly have taken care of the bigger problems.
Junior Evan Cooper will head to Madison, Wisc. next month for the USA Cycling Collegiate Road National Championships. Cooper is the sole rider representing Tufts at Nationals, which will run this year from May 6-8 near the University of Wisconsin.
We love to label people, especially in a negative context. That guy is a stalker. This girl is a slut. Athlete X is a bad person. Such markers allow us to classify and identify people by abstract concepts when names just won't do.
We rolled up to the casino in a stretch limo. We wore sunglasses at night and dressed up in little dresses and heels, full suits for the men. Sipping unpronounceable cocktails, we chatted skeptically with "international businessmen" most likely involved in the mob and threw down plastic coins that represented the thousands of dollars we had just laid down on the table for the dealer to fold into a little slot filled with thousands, maybe millions, more. Pretty women wrapped in fur hung on the arms of men with cigars in their mouths, men whose poker faces hid their adrenaline?dulled fears about bets that would keep or lose their airfare and hotel rooms and at the bigger tables, their jets and hotels. If you looked at the bouncers too much, they'd pay close attention to your table; if you looked at each other too much, several of them would walk you out of the back entrance, buoyant until out of view of the other chain?smoking, designer?wearing, rich, tipsy, ballsy beautiful guests.
