Late last month, Massachusetts State Auditor Suzanne Bump released a report outlining serious deficiencies in the Department of Transitional Assistance (DTA), which oversees the commonwealth’s welfare system.
On a large campus in which a smoker would have to completely leave campus to have a cigarette, the inconvenience of having to do so would often outweigh the satisfaction of the cigarette. At Northeastern, if all a smoker would need to do is walk several hundred feet in any direction to the nearest public sidewalk to smoke, the cost would hardly outweigh the benefit.
Not only do I believe that this policy will fail to eliminate cigarette smoking, I am under the impression that there are several implications of this policy that directly demonstrate some issues regarding the administration of the university.
Now, as we begin to put the pieces together, search for answers and bring those responsible to justice, it is important not to lose sight of our principles and risk sacrificing all we have accomplished as a people since Patriots Day.
On April 18, The News’s headline read “Unity Over Anguish,” and no doubt Boston residents felt both emotions in the wake of the terrorist acts perpetrated in the heart of our city. Unfortunately, The News’s interview with Professor Jack Levin on the bombings was less-than-unifying in nature.
Always missing from these discussions is a simpler way to end any Iranian nuclear threat: Create a nuclear weapons free zone (NWFZ) in the Middle East.
When the bombs went off, Patriots’ Day took on a new meaning. It wasn’t a novel day of remembrance of days passed, heroes in tri-cornered hats fighting an old war on old streets. It became a dark, gritty day.
Sir Isaac Newton would say every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Monday’s devastating events suggest the same cannot be said for mankind; in the face of tragedy, the people of Boston showed such horrific events have not an equal reaction, but one that is much greater.
Fare thee well, Huntington Avenue. Adieu, Northeastern. See ya later, Shillman Cat. After five years at Northeastern, it is time to move on. I know, however, that the Northeastern I am leaving is not the same one I arrived at as a freshman.
Last week, I was in a beautiful event room in a beautiful Parisian hotel, telling newly accepted international students how picturesque and perfect Northeastern University is. I was telling them that as a Husky, I have an inherent and instinctive pride that fills me up every time I think about Boston and my university.
