In the words of Eminem, “Guess who’s back, back again?” Spoiler alert, it’s me. I’m back and hungrier than ever. So, this column is back too, allowing me to rant and rave about my eats at Tufts.
A key, and sometimes frustrating, aspect of a Tufts student’s experience is using SIS, the Student Information System. Students must navigate this system to access services like academic transcripts and bills. Most critically, SIS provides the interface for students to sign up for courses every semester. For many, this can be a stressful process — so stressful that SIS becomes the target of student ire and anxiety. But here’s the disappointing news: There’s no single system to blame.
My friends think of me as a modernized, reincarnated Plato. My philosophical mind has been compared to Kant, Aristotle and many other great philosophers. Oftentimes, in the hallway of Hodgdon Hall 2.5 (the floor I call home), we debate and converse about the values and ethics of life into the wee hours of the morning.
For today’s publication of T Time, I decided to cover Maverick Station and the surrounding neighborhood. You may ask, why cover Maverick? My answer – it has a cool name.
After two consecutive weeks at uphill locations, I decided to book a trip downhill this week to cook up some bean quesadillas in none other than Hodgdon Hall. Hodge is known for a lot of things — the convenient Food-on-the-Run dining location, forced triples and its disorienting floor plan all come to mind. Unfortunately, the student kitchen should not be added to the list of things that make Hodge stand out.
Aug. 7, 2009 was a classic New England August day: hot, humid and sticky. Tim and Sara Nelson were holding their rehearsal dinner in Harvard Square that evening, anxiously awaiting their wedding ceremony the next day. The heat was on their minds. The next day, however, they woke up to clear skies and a comfortable temperature as they kicked off their wedding ceremonies in Medford, Mass. Tufts graduate Tim Nelson (E’04, EG’07) andClark University alumna Sara Nelson were married in Goddard Chapel on the campus of Tufts University on Aug. 8, 2009.
I arrived in Rabat, Morocco just over a week ago. I was, of course, immediately struck by cultural differences: everyone eating out of the same dish at dinner, an immunity to Western cultural influence that I’ve seldom experienced and the sheer amount of time many people spend sitting at cafés, drinking tea. Yet the first thing I want to write about in this column is not my cultural observations but what my host mother told my roommate and I over dinner the other night. A conversation which I ruminated over and concluded must be the mindset with which I approach my semester abroad in Rabat.
Flying down the mountain as the wind slaps your face: Skiing is a dance of control and freedom. Your skis cut into the edge of the mountain, carving up snow (or ice) as you turn. When you get to the bottom of the mountain, it’s straight back up the lift for another run. Many Tufts students are avid skiers, but the sport’s high entry cost can make it prohibitively expensive. To go skiing, you need to purchase gear, obtain expensive ski tickets and have access to a mountain. Ski passes can be as expensive as $113 on a weekday in New Hampshire. On top of that, gear rentals generally cost over $50 for a single-day rental.
It’s a frigid Saturday afternoon in the middle of a January snowstorm, and I just convinced myself that it would be a great idea to walk 25 minutes in near 15-degree temperatures to Georgetown. I planned on meeting one of my hometown friends who’s a senior at Georgetown University for coffee, and she informed me that she was bringing along another mutual friend who attended American University. He majored in international relations, and I thought that it would be the perfect opportunity to yap about the ignominious failures of Kevin McCarthy.
The unconscious mental voyages to weird places and with stranger people, the daytime rambles that are only slightly more rational — I’ve always been good at dreaming. To my chagrin, but not my surprise, I was recently informed that my biggest red flag is that my head is often off somewhere in the clouds. Yet, despite all this dreaming, in college I find myself a tad bit lost: How do people discover their dream jobs? In this column, I endeavor to not only stumble upon my future career but maybe yours too…
Despite Punxsutawney Phil’s prediction that spring is on its way, I headed over to Miller Hall on Friday armed with my kitchen kit to make a classic winter dish: chicken noodle soup (minus the chicken). I was suspicious of the Miller kitchen — it seemed too good to be true.
The term +C that is pasted in the answers of indefinite integrals in calculus has always troubled me during my 1 ½ year tenure as a calculus scholar. Its anomalous obscurity. Its pestering nature. Its constant and continual reminder that we are merely specks of dust floating in an ever-growing universe.
On the chilly Monday morning of Dec. 4, 2023, Jeremy Spindler, owner and founder of Spindler Confections, was mixing a batch of caramel over the stove, a typical part of his daily candy-making process. With careful detail, he described the ingredients chosen to make the signature Spindler caramel.
Long ago (last semester), I embarked on a culinary journey (spent two weeks searching for a pot to make chili in my dorm). After much anticipation, my dream came true on Oct. 17 in none other than the Carmichael Hall kitchen, and I don’t mean the one in the dining hall.
If you have ever looked at a map of the MBTA on your phone, you may have noticed that the D branch of the Green Line extends far west of Boston like a long, green tentacle, ending at Riverside Station. This quirk of the T has always intrigued me. Why does the D branch extend so much farther than other branches of the Green Line? What mysteries lurk at Riverside Station? To answer these questions that rattle in the back of my mind, I dove into the world of investigative journalism and journeyed to Riverside Station.
Scandals, special interests, George Santos: Washington, D.C. is the ‘swamp’ of American politics. National media outlets clamor to cover the next big political controversies from supposed adults. However, the perspectives and experiences of undergraduates living and working in D.C. are often left out of meaningful conversations on what the demands of political life mean for a future generation of leaders already confronting the effects of political decisions.
Everyone loves a good renovation: just ask the Property Brothers. Even Tufts Dining tried its hand at renovations in the spring, summer and fall of 2023, with Hodgdon Food-on-the-Run and Kindlevan Café undergoing facelifts. These grab-and-go facilities are designed to supplement larger dining locations like Dewick-MacPhie Dining Center and Carmichael Dining Center. The renovations are part of a long-term plan to improve the Tufts Dining program for all students.
The recent resignations of Claudine Gay as President of Harvard University and Elizabeth Magill as President of University of Pennsylvania sparked a public debate over Diversity, Equity and Inclusion (DEI) policies on U.S. campuses.
At 7 p.m. on Sunday nights, Room 170 of the Joyce Cummings Center will be packed with students. Some huddle in circles, writing and dissecting lines of code, while others mingle throughout the room. The atmosphere is alive with diverse conversations, but a common thread unites them all: A shared commitment to empower communities through software development.
On Oct. 25, 2023, the city of Lewiston, Maine was devastated by the deadliest mass shooting in the state’s history, thus adding it to the list of the 656 communities in the United States that were affected by a mass shooting in 2023. The shooting, committed by 40-year-old Robert Card, killed 18 people.
