The administrators who faced the community members were brave. Armed with just a PowerPoint full of pie charts, figures and fuzzy math which was quickly picked apart by the audience, they endured heckling, taunts and interruptions. It wasn't pretty. The comments from the community were angry and urgent, but sounded well-rehearsed. That is probably because at this point many of the same people have been saying the same things for three or more years. They want fewer students in their neighborhoods.
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.
Enter our caption contest this week and the people with the best, most clever entries will be selected to win free passes to see Greenberg, a new movie starring Ben Stiller!
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.
