"It felt like I was chewing on glass. Every time he talked, I felt like someone was crushing me."This is how a Brandeis senior described her experience sitting in the same classroom as a student who she believes had raped her a week before.
Don't be deceived. Just because eight students live together in a suite devoted to "health and wellness" doesn't mean whole-wheat crackers and organic carrot sticks are the only items stocked in their mini-fridges.
When it comes to shopping period, I am that frazzled woman in the grocery store parking lot who drops the bag of eggs as she tries to dig the car keys out of her purse.
There a little heat, a bit of steam, a massage and a lot of nudity.They say study abroad is the best way to get away from the daily grind and academic stresses of life at the 'Deis, and they certainly are right.
On a program trip to a center for underprivileged children in southwestern Turkey, one of the little boys we met kept asking us "Bu shookarrie?" After asking him to repeat the question a couple times, we finally resorted to calling over our program director for a translation.
Brandeis students might not be laughing in the face of danger, but they certainly aren't letting it spoil their plans.
Two years at Brandeis. One year abroad. One year back at Brandeis. When split up in such a manner, four years of university does not seem like such a daunting proposition.
He is sitting next to you in biology lab one semester, then completely MIA the next. Have you ever turned to a fellow classmate, in the midst of a dazed recollection, and asked, "Hey, what ever happened to that guy?"After discounting the possibility that he lost his way through the woods around Sachar or is hiding in one of the castle's secret tunnels, you and your friend conclude that that guy must have transferred."When I ask students why they are thinking about leaving, it's very rare that they say they are just really unhappy here," Dean Michele Rosenthal said.
An abandoned 1-800-Flowers box with a dozen lifeless roses rests on a lounge table. An unopened 12-pack of Campbell's Tomato soup, two International Economics textbooks and a pair of hot orange cargo pants with a tag still attached are piled in a wilting cardboard box.
The bus stood me up.We had an 8 hour commitment to each other-that was it. It could have been a beautiful thing.
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