Three years is an oddly indefinable period of time. Some days, my stint at UCLA seemed interminable. Some days, it seemed all too transitory. And now, as I sit here typing up the text that will bear my very last byline in the Daily Bruin, I can’t help but realize that both sentiments, opposing as they may be, are incongruously true. Read more...

There isn’t an algorithm in this world that will piece together a proper work of journalism. It took me some time to understand that when my career as an amateur reporter began. Read more...

There’s something sad and magical about lasts – whether it’s the last page of a 300-page book, the last time your roommate lets you use the kitchen unsupervised or, as in my case, the last shift you have as a Daily Bruin copy editor. Read more...

I’ve left stacks of Daily Bruin papers throughout the country. Some reside in my mom’s house in Ohio. Others are scattered in drawers at my grandparents’ home in Riverside, Calif. Read more...

I have regarded my time at UCLA a great privilege, both because of the high intellectual quality of the students who have chosen to take my courses and because of the stimulation from serving with such extraordinary scholars in the department of history and other departments on campus. Read more...

I struggle to find a more difficult moment in my life than the one in the waiting room of the Daily Bruin on April 6, 2012. Read more...

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...