I used to wait for my Fisher-Price “photos” to develop with such anticipation I could hardly stand it. I would wander around my backyard with my little plastic camera, shooting the wildlife ““ marigolds and potato bugs, as well as the inhabitants ““ my mother gardening and my brother telling me to go away. Read more...

Four years ago, the conflict in Israel-Palestine hit the news in a big way. UCLA students ““ usually an insular community ““ opened their newspapers to images of war: photos of the aftermath of suicide bombers, pictures of the carnage wrought by Israeli tanks, dead civilians of all ages, from both sides. Read more...

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...