Deceptively promising a standard sprinkling of college art, "Visual Prospects"-a show displaying works by the fine arts department's post-baccalaureate program-greets the visitor with a few abstract tirades of angry color.
A month-long journey through succulent northern Spain, through time, through mind-numbing physical fatigue leads the pilgrim to the cathedral of Santiago.
As an American, I have the right to call someone a jerk. As an American college student whose mantra is no longer the First Amendment but the more finely tuned promise of Academic Freedom, I'm not so sure.
In a city oozing with youth, Boston sometimes feels like a fenced-in rendezvous of kids left to their own devices.
Be it a witch-hunt or neo-McCarthyism, over the past ten days the Justice has been victimized at the hands of heated students and a political administration.
Although America has so recently encountered an unfathomable depravity within its own Catholic Church, the account of grievances against the Irish Catholic Church in the 1960s is as potently disturbing.
Recent Brandeis graduate Oren Barouch loosened his shirt and took off his tie as he walked out of a cool mid-Manhattan Bank into the mid-August heat.
Ten o'clock on a Sunday morning, a relative dawn for weary college students, six Brandeis roommates leave their grad for a 15 mile walk.
-Hello, how are you?- Hi, how are you?So goes the anthem of Yankee hospitality. Gratuitously rehearsed and invariably expected, this mindless banter is the marquee of daily platitudes, euphemisms and legally enforced sensitivity.
Looking in on Professor Paul DiZio's Psychology Statistics (PSYC 152) lecture, one would see few students busy with pen and paper at hand.
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