Tufts is pretty unique — in all facets of the school. Ranging from the distinct and quirky clubs and organizations Tufts offers, such as Tufts Dance Collective and Alpha Tau Omega, to the eclectic style choices students rock in the Tisch Library basement, Tufts stands out as a university.
The dusty record player, struggling through a faded song, was almost entirely drowned out by the sounds of the marketplace outside. Bins of pins, coins and assorted Soviet paraphernalia dotted the floor, and the shelves along the walls were crowded with ceramic figures: a village boy dancing with a girl, a stout bear, an old woman with a scarlet headscarf. In the center of the second room stood a metal stand — designed to rotate, but rusted stiff — stuffed with postcards.
There are certainly times when a sapling tree with great potential is snuffed out by a vast canopy, where bigger trees prohibit growth. In these situations, the sapling can righteously throw up its little branches and blame the forest.
The World Cup is less than a year away. In this column, I will review the most pressing challenges the tournament faces across all its venues in Canada, Mexico and the United States.
Hello! Welcome back to another semester of “Through Indigenous Eyes.” I realized that I never introduced myself last semester: My name is Sorsha Khitikian, and I am a junior at Tufts. I am Yurok, a tribe on the Klamath River in Northern California, but I grew up away from my tribe’s reservation, making me an ‘urban Indian.’
The first tip-off of the 2025–26 college basketball season comes on Nov. 3. With just under six weeks left, the excitement leading up to opening day is starting to build up. Still, we don’t have official preseason rankings, schedules are being finalized and, apparently, the coaching carousel is still taking its course. While we wait for the actual basketball to start, these are the offseason storylines I found to be interesting and also important for this year of college hoops.
Welcome to the third installment of “Dissertation Diaries.” This week, we will focus on Bradley Pedro, a fifth-year biology doctoral candidate in the Romero Lab at Tufts!
Michael Jordan. Mario Lemieux. Tom Brady. All greats of their respective sports. All retired, reversed their decision and then came back to dominate. Now, I’m not saying that I am the Michael Jordan of student food reviewers (or maybe I am?). But, in any case, my mini-retirement, which has left you all in a world without Boston-area dining suggestions for over nine months — elongated by summer break and multiple trips home — has concluded. I’m back, munching better than ever.
When the New Jersey Devils Fanatics Instagram page graced my feed last night, crying out to the world that there was only one more week left until hockey returns to Newark’s Prudential Center, I knew I had to write about the NHL, and about one player in particular. This player — a clear locker room presence, cheapshotting players left and right, blowing up group chats by angering opposing fans and, yes, a back-to-back Stanley Cup Champion — has certainly been a complete thrill to watch as a neutral fan.
I was recently detained at the border between the U.S. and Canada. My friends and I decided that it would be fun to spend some time in Montreal before the school year got too tough. Unfortunately, to our dismay, the school year got tough before classes started.
If you’ve walked around Boston, you’ve probably seen a CorePower Yoga studio. But what exactly is CorePower Yoga? Beyond being an intense workout that combines strength, flexibility and mindfulness, CorePower is a vibrant community of passionate ‘yogis’ across the country and right here in Boston.
For the entirety of the fall semester, I will be tucked away in the (surprisingly temperate) mountains of Kazakhstan, learning Russian in the nation’s cultural capital: Almaty. In Kazakh, Almaty means “full of apples,” a fitting name for an area that first contained the distant ancestor of the modern apple. Long before “The Big Apple” in New York, there were many big apples in Central Asia, and, during the course of my time here, I’m hoping to cut right to the city’s core and share whatever sweet fruit I find along the way. Every two weeks, I will publish juicy vignettes about life in Almaty — some may connect, and some may not…
Ayahuasca sipper and podcast activist. Turn on “Sunday Night Football” between 2014–21, and you’re bound to hear the words, “Aaron Rodgers throws to Davante Adams for 6.
Following the Florida Panthers’ second straight Stanley Cup victory, NHL action has not slowed down one bit but simply moved from on to off the ice.
With 5 billion viewers tuning in for the 2022 tournament, the upcoming 2026 FIFA World Cup is poised to break every possible record. Held every four years with limited qualification spots, the World Cup represents the pinnacle of soccer. Stars represent their countries in pursuit of the most important trophy of their careers.
Welcome all to another year of A Jumbo’s Journey! This is all very exciting, but also very strange. Three years of using the Daily as a platform to yap and rant about anything that crosses my mind is definitely not what I foresaw my college experience to be.
Sadie Roraback-Meagher: Heya Evan! Evan Wang: Hey, Sadie. How’s your semester winding down? Sadie: “Winding” doesn’t seem very fitting. A better question would be: How is it crashing down in flames? Evan: Wow, I sure am going to miss your pessimism this summer. What will I do ...
Wow. This is crazy. The semester is already coming to an end. Or, I guess we still have to survive finals. It’s definitely been a semester. To be honest, it’s definitely been a YEAR.
Hi everyone! As I write this, it is currently May Morning here in Oxford, the date of a centuries-old tradition dedicated to heralding in the spring. Each year, thousands gather in front of Magdalen Tower to listen to the choir sing hymns to the tune of church bells and chirping birds. For you all, however, it’s Commencement, a day dedicated to heralding in not just this spring but the rest of the seasons of your lives. With change, of course, we must leave things behind. That’s right, it’s time to say goodbye to Tufts — and to this column.
Yesterday, I stared at the sun. It really hurt. Yet, as I stumbled down Prez Lawn barefoot (#freethefoot) with holes burned into my retinas, I began to realize something about my fiery, eternally-smiling foe: Without the sun, the world would be a much darker place.
