I think that at some point, every senior has an end-of-college crisis. Mine came while I was filling out the activities section of my medical school application. Read more...

As UCLA students, each of you arrived on campus with your own unique talents, background and ambitions. At the same time, you also shared some important qualities with your fellow students – a thirst to excel, a knack for leadership and a commitment to making the world around you a better place. Read more...

I’m staring at a white board in the Kerckhoff Hall conference room where I’ve spent countless hours in Daily Bruin budget meetings. Inside a sketch of a page, someone has written four words in brown dry erase marker. Read more...

Sometimes, I wish I was a cat. Not only so I could sleep all day and shamelessly ignore people I don’t like, but also to have nine lives. Read more...

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...