So long, America! So long, Los Angeles! I turn my back on your congested freeways, Atkins-obsessed airwaves and concrete jungle suburbs to return to my beautiful homeland ““ the place you all love to call “Down Under.” No more Starbucks at every street corner! Read more...

Gracious God. The last few sands of my university hourglass are slipping away. Just yesteryear I started out at UCLA not knowing the importance of a pica. Read more...

For many UCLA greeks, affiliation with a fraternity or sorority does not end when their degree requirements are complete. After graduation, students stay connected to their houses in a variety of ways. Read more...

I’ve been at the Daily Bruin for five quarters. I wish I had been here for all four years. I am almost 22, graduating with two unemployable majors (French and English), and about to head off to Montpelier, France, to teach English to French children. Read more...

Have you ever seen the gorgeous purple flowers that grow on trees in the Sculpture Garden? Right outside Melnitz? It took me nearly three years to notice them. Read more...

The water is touched twice in a students’ UCLA career ““ when they are first “Bruinized” into UCLA, and when they graduate. Otherwise, the Inverted Fountain in front of Franz Hall remains largely ignored, with the exception of the occasional smirk from students who overhear tour guides telling the tale of this “toilet bowl” to prospective students. Read more...

Over the last two years there have been numerous occasions when I have felt like an old fart. Whether I was sitting in a classroom discussion or working late into the night in the Daily Bruin office, there have been seemingly endless reminders that I am just a little too old to still be in college. Read more...