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...

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...

A few days before I moved into Rieber Hall in the fall of 1995, my otherwise stoic dad called me over to have a little “talk.” He started off by saying, “When you walk down Bruin Walk, a lot of people will try to make you join their group.” He cited various religious, Greek and political organizations that he heard about from his UCLA alumni co-workers. Read more...

It seems that after the heyday of the anti-drug Reagan and Bush administrations, America is starting to rebel against the War on Drugs. The change, if real, has been influenced in no small part by our own “free love, free pot” president, who, when asked by an MTV audience member in 1992, “If you had to do it over again, would you inhale?” replied boastfully, “Sure, if I could. Read more...

In the following tribute, graduate students in the atmospheric science department remember their friend and colleague, Brian Bosart. I sat beside Brian at work every day; there was only a divider between us. Read more...

By Christina L. Glaser This article is written in response to Maegan Carberry’s insightful and honest column on race relations (“Bashing whites hinders struggle against racism,” Viewpoint, June 2). Read more...