A Jumbo's Journey: All is calm, all Is bright
Well, we are here: dreaded finals. It feels like yesterday we were in the midst of midterm season!
Well, we are here: dreaded finals. It feels like yesterday we were in the midst of midterm season!
Well, we are here: dreaded finals. It feels like yesterday we were in the midst of midterm season!
As a California native, I made the bold — and perhaps regrettable — decision to apply to colleges somewhere with seasons. My idealistic 17-year-old self had a vision: a fall of cable-knit sweaters and orange leaves crunching beneath my feet like in “Gilmore Girls” (2000–07), and magical snow blanketing my historic college town in the winter.
As my homesickness began to reach its peak in conjunction with the start of the holiday season, I found myself recalling even the most inconsequential details of my life back home in the U.S. with some sympathy. Even Washington, D.C.’s infamous Beltway called out to me with its siren song of car horns and exhaust, and I was instantly brought back to the iconic “Welcome to Virginia” sign underlined by the state’s travel slogan: “Virginia is for Lovers.”
Nowadays, every college student and their mother seems to be talking about how up-and-coming consulting is, or how much they want to be a finance bro. Indeed, attending a top university has become a common avenue for entering into these high-status roles, as schools often host various recruiting events and other networking opportunities for their students.
In preparation for this article, I was sitting in Tisch Library writing questions for interviews when, either serendipitously or ordained by a higher power, I overheard a strikingly topical conversation.
Sitting next to the lush greens of President’s Lawn is Tisch Library, a building we all know and love that serves as a center of academic learning and scholastic research at Tufts. Students utilize the library for a wide range of purposes, which include creating in the Digital Design Studio, meeting group members in Tower Cafe and finishing a last-minute homework assignment in one of the reading rooms.
You may have heard the phrase ‘demographic cliff’ tossed around recently. The phrase inspires fear — a fall from a precipice, a steep drop or a tumble downwards. It could imply a stark reduction and perhaps a sobering new reality. But what is the demographic cliff really?
Believe it or not, Somerville was the first city in the United States to establish explicit legal protections for polyamorous and otherwise non-monogamous unions and families. Polyamory is also decidedly common in Somerville; in fact, Willie Burnley Jr., city councilor and recent mayoral candidate, is openly polyamorous and has advocated for said protections for polyamorous and non-monogamous unions.
Every step of one’s life requires all we have learned in the past to succeed. As Walt Disney famously put it, “to succeed, work hard, never give up and above all cherish a magnificent obsession.” One Tufts alum in particular embodies these words: Joshua Reed-Diawuoh (A’13).
“Unreasonable.” That is how one Tufts senior described the Somerville intersection between Curtis Street and Sunset Road. It’s an intersection that any student living off-campus on the side streets of Curtis Street (known as Winthrop in Medford) crosses illegally, anywhere from two to six times per day.
On Oct. 10, book lovers filled Distler Performance Hall for “An Evening With R.F. Kuang,” hosted by Tufts’ Asian American Center. There, the award-winning author spoke about world-building in her fantasy books, her own writing processes and her role in Asian American literature.
To be blessed just once is a rarity, a singular act of divine deliverance. And yet, as I sat hunched over my laptop stewing over this very column, I set to counting my blessings and discovered that they numbered a staggering two over just this last week.
When students envision the quintessential spring break, many picture cresting waves that froth when they crash onto the warm and comforting sand, accompanied by excited shrills of children and vacationers tanning away their stresses in the sun. Yet behind these scenes are overlooked crises around the world — including in one of the top tourist destinations in the world: Hawaiʻi.
Are you still disappointed that the Joyce Cummings Center Starbucks disappeared or constantly angry that The Sink line STILL is not getting any shorter during your 12 to 1:15 p.m. lunch break? Do not fear: Just minutes away from campus lies a new(ish) café, The Buzzin’ Bean, serving homemade pastries, entrees and drinks.
Once the clocks “fall back” during the first weekend in November, there are very few things that can get me out of the house at night. Darkness descends at 4 p.m., and a dreary, frigid air engulfs Medford, greatly diminishing my aptitude for external munching.
One Saturday every October, Tufts students can hop on the Green Line and, after 30 minutes, arrive at New England’s largest literary festival. The Boston Book Festival, located in the bustling Copley Square, is one of Boston’s biggest events of the year, drawing upwards of 25,000 attendees annually. The event hosts hundreds of authors, moderators and vendors to celebrate the city’s vibrant literary community. This year’s festival was held on Oct. 25 and saw more than 200 authors and moderators in over 70 sessions, including keynote speakers such as Geraldine Brooks, Patricia Cornwall, Kiran Desai, Maureen Dowd and Hafsah Faizal.
Last month, I wrote an article titled “An analysis of Tufts meal plans: The math is not mathing” after learning about the pricing structure of the Tufts meal plan.
Tufts prides itself on being an interdisciplinary institution. With over 150-plus majors and minors for students to choose from, students often find themselves exploring new intellectual interests that may shape their academic and career goals.
It is human nature to care about how others perceive us. We curate ourselves based on those expectations, learning early on what earns love and attention and what does not. You were told you were the funny one, so now you are afraid people will judge you if you are serious. You have always assumed you were bad at math because you were never placed into the accelerated math class in third grade (might not be over that one).
If you have been keeping up to date with my column publications, you would know (based on my last column) that I was recently in the trenches and in the midst of midterms. As of this past Wednesday, I finished all my midterms for the fall 2025 season — just in time for finals!