I have to admit, it feels strange not to begin one of these things with a dateline. It was always step one in the process. Sit down and write the name of the city you’re in. Read more...

Damn, we are some lucky people. There was a brief moment this quarter when I was walking from the Franklin D. Murphy Sculpture Garden toward Kerckhoff Hall and everything got quiet and the sunlight was slanted a particular way and the breeze and, I don’t know, but the combination of everything seemed perfect. Read more...

Before I was a member of the Daily Bruin staff, I was the subject of an article in the paper. It was my first quarter at UCLA and I had just transferred from my community college in Rancho Cucamonga, Calif. Read more...

Every dank, windowless office can use a little laughter to lighten the mood, and there are few things I enjoy more than making people laugh. Being part of the Daily Bruin helped me realize that. Read more...

UCLA is a really big school. But being a part of the Daily Bruin staff made it smaller. UCLA became as small as the stories I taped to my closet door as a freshman news contributor, as compact as the Crimewatch maps I compiled, as friendly as the 40-person senior staff I edited with my second year. Read more...

I almost didn’t come to UCLA. Though I had sent in my Statement of Intent in June, whenever people asked whether I was going to transfer to UCLA or return to UC Davis in the fall, I told them I still hadn’t decided. Read more...