My Crocs lost purchase on the vestal slurry carpeting the sidewalk. One foot slid forward while the other slid back, and I felt the entirety of my life with functioning hip abductors flash before my eyes. I was too young to strain a muscle walking in the snow and way too old to successfully hit the splits. Snow had descended upon Tufts and I was not prepared.
The first few months of the spring semester mark a time when many students are navigating the complex process of securing an internship for the coming summer. This is the time for students to conduct some hardcore soul-searching, parsing through a litany of online job postings to decide what they would like to do with the rest of their lives or, at least, for their three summer months.
While most first-years began their Tufts education last fall in classrooms on the Hill, 23 Civic Semester fellows boarded flights to Peru or Thailand instead. These students chose to study abroad during their first semester of college, joining an immersive learning program through the Jonathan M. Tisch College of Civic Life.
The tension is palpable. Papers rustle. A chair scrapes against the floor. Someone clears their throat. Then silence. All eyes shift to the judge at the front of the room. With a deliberate nod, she signals that the court is in session. But this isn’t your typical courtroom; it is a showdown between ...
When Deke Sharon (LA’91, NEC’91), a renowned a cappella arranger and instructor, joined the Beelzebubs in the late 1980s, a cappella song selection was limited. “Everybody was singing ‘Don’t Worry, Be Happy.’ Everybody was singing ‘For The Longest Time’ by Billy Joel. Everybody was singing … whatever songs were already very a cappella or very close harmony, and they just converted them,” he said.
Hi everyone! After my brief vacation — or as the Brits like to say, ‘holiday’ — the Oxford Comma is back! As the spring semester starts up, so too approaches my next term at Oxford: the Hilary term. But before I say goodbye to the U.S., I want to dedicate a column to what I’ve been up to during the winter break — more specifically, what I’ve been eating.
As Porter is to Harvard Square, Teele is to Davis Square. Though it is often overshadowed by its surrounding areas, Teele Square offers plenty of fun places that Tufts students should experience.Teele Square sits on Clarendon Hill, one of the seven hills in Somerville, at the intersection of Broadway, Holland Street and Curtis Street. Easily accessible by foot, Teele Square is even closer to the Tufts campus than Davis Square and is a great choice for students looking to take a quick trip off campus.
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I am writing this column in the middle of a packed Tisch, surrounded by stressed students and working off of three Yerba Mates (I’m shaking). Even the reading room is full; I had to share a cubicle with a Fletcher student. It feels like finals season brings everyone out of their dorms to shotgun energy drinks and complain about their workloads.
There are a few things that I never envision myself doing: skydiving, wearing a Yankees cap, building a chicken coop. These are experiences I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. Until a few weeks ago, I would’ve included eating a bagel in Massachusetts on this list.
Davis Square is a popular hangout for Tufts students, but some may not have taken the time to check out the Somerville Community Path, one of its best attractions. Here are a few interesting stops to check out along the way from Davis to Lechmere, in order as you pass by.
To be perfectly honest, the title of this week’s column is a bit of a lie — the no hay part is true, but there is an actual market at theHaymarket station, just not when I visited. Anyways, I braved the cold this week and took a quick and easy trip toHaymarket station. For those interested in visiting, you can hop on theGreen Line at the Medford/Tufts station and take it all the way toHaymarket. As someone who commuted to the station nearly everyday over the summer, I can verify that it takes exactly19 minutes to get there. Not 20 minutes, 19.
Take a small detour from the community path near Magoun Square and you may stumble upon “The Emerald City” — an intricate art installation made out of green glass, metal and other materials. This piece, along with many others, surround the house of Martha Friend, a found object artist who has lived in Somerville for almost 30 years.
A week and a half remains in my study abroad experience. More than ever, time doesn’t feel quite real. The days are long and the weeks are all too short. I now stand where there is far more to look back on from this experience than to look ahead to. And so, now is the time to reflect on one of the most whirlwind experiences of my life.
Here’s a text I recently sent to my roommate, who I’ve known since freshman year and spend every day with: “Hey wanna get dinner, NWIN.” I have a serious case of the “no worries if not” disease. I catch myself saying it throughout the day in conversations with friends or in emails with professors, and I’ve come to hate it. “NWIN” has even become a part of how I text my friends along with “WYA” or “LOL.”
You know what they say: Save the worst for last. Be prepared for some heart palpitations from this week’s Sink nature drink — the Oblivion. The name for this drink is quite fitting. As next semester and a new slate of columns fast approaches, these weekly reviews may drift off into oblivion ...
After performing with two of the world’s top ballet companies, Drew Nelson found himself trading pirouettes for problem sets and embarking on an entirely new journey as a student at Tufts. Following a full career with both the Royal Danish Ballet and the Boston Ballet, he has made an impressive transition from stage to scholar.
Hi everyone! I’m currently in the library of the Faculty of Classics trying to write up my final essay of the term, so I’ll keep this column short and sweet (in case you’re curious, it’s a 6000 word paper on the Brontё sisters — wish me luck!)
Professor David Proctor is famous among Tufts undergraduates for his barbecues, three-piece suits and popular history courses. But behind the name is a teacher and member of the Tufts community, who was once a devoted student.
Almost every Sunday, I used to strip. Of course, I mean this in the comic sense — that is, I comic stripped. Clad in pajamas, bedraggled and in desperate need of orange juice, I pored over the funny pages. These were literal pages in my youth, but later were the webpages of The Washington Post. Over Thanksgiving break, I observed the remnants of this weekly routine: Tomes and volumes of comic strips still litter my room, including the complete “Calvin and Hobbes,” “The Far Side” and “Garfield.”Moreover, the catalogue of “Peanuts” holiday specials continue to hold cultural sway over many Americans, including myself, bizarrely relishing the pathetic lamentations of Charlie Brown as he mopes through every festivity. As this print medium enjoys its tragic decline, among its brethren in physical artwork, where do the comics still lie in our consciousness? Is this goodbye, Charlie Brown?
