I moved to Mission Hill 35 years ago. My family has owned our home for 55 years. It has always been a pleasure living in Mission Hill because of its strong sense of community. I've known some of the people who were at last Thursday's Community Conversation meeting since I was a little girl. Now, this bond is gone. Our neighbors are temporary and they treat the homes in our community that were once owned by families with no respect.
At an academic institution where many of the course syllabi provided to students strictly forbid or penalize late submission of assignments, the university has procrastinated their duty to provide an important document to the communities in which we reside.
It was a simple moment. And I’m not sure it might have stood out the way that it had, if it hadn’t happened at the end of my last class, on the final day of the semester. It wasn’t just my last day of classes for the term, or for the year, even— but for my college career.
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The Council for University Programs (CUP) has had a shaky past with its annual Springfest concert. Audiences left last year's Jimmy Eat World/Guster show in droves halfway through and, predictably, their ticket purchasing system didn't function correctly. But this year was different.
For the past two weeks or so, I've been struggling to find a topic for my last column. I wanted something inspiring, something concrete and something optimistic. Clearly, I was putting way too much thought into it. There is no such thing as a “perfect” column.
Reverse racism: This term has slowly appeared in the vocabulary of far too many individuals over the past several years. While the intentions of using the phrase are likely not meant to cause offense, the subsequent usage indeed creates a significant sense of discomfort, at least to me and likely to many others, regardless of their race. There is nothing reverse about racism and discrimination directed towards white Americans. Saying otherwise carries a notion of elitism that has no place in the 21st century.
I remember the way the plane banked left after taking off. I propped my elbow on the armrest and watched Boston, in its entirety, shrink beneath me. Before the plane finally leveled, heading in the direction of the ocean, I saw Northeastern’s campus sprawled out among the winding city streets below.
