I’m tired. I can say that now because it’s over. The Bruin editor in chief can finally say what she feels. Perhaps the toughest part of my job this year was the emotional labor that came with it. Read more...

When I first toured UCLA as a high school junior, my initial thought was, “Oh, man, I am so glad I’m not going to school here.” During a brief spring visit, I slumped down in the family minivan’s backseat as students seemed to deluge the sidewalks and cars jostled for a lane. Read more...

I’m having a self-image crisis ““ or maybe its a metaphor crisis, I can’t tell. Even if I could be any part of the newspaper, I’m not sure which part I’d be and why. Read more...

Picture a baseball game with a pitcher on the mound in the late innings. The afternoon sun has yielded to evening dusk, and the shadows engulf the outfield, slowly stretching from foul ground into fair territory. Read more...

Looking back, it seems as if the things you want to change can lead to your own metamorphosis. As an experimental 18-year-old, I had developed an enormous lack of respect for this university and to an extent, college life. Read more...

You know that old out-of-focus photo of you and your best friend drunk and cross-eyed somewhere in a college dorm, or a beach in Mexico? Or that one of your boss with her head in the toilet? Read more...

November 18, 1996: Members of the Student Association of Graduate Employees/United Auto Workers hold picket signs as they begin one of many strikes in the fight for collective bargaining rights. Read more...