As a junior, I was about to shed a tear at the end of year. This time around, it’ll be difficult. I never thought four years could go by so quickly. Read more...

My entire life has been a series of plans, carefully constructed and executed to the letter. When I entered UCLA as a freshman, I decided on an English major along with taking the pre-medicine curriculum. Read more...

It may be one of the biggest and best college newspapers in the country, but there’s a lot of bad writing in the Daily Bruin. I can’t remember the last time I picked up the paper and didn’t wince at a cliche or inaccuracy within a few seconds ““ and this is after the articles in question had gone through four rounds of editing. Read more...

In some contexts, disappearing paper stacks have been called art. That’s not necessarily the case with the disappearing stacks of paper that we produce. After all, most of us who work at The Bruin are sleep-deprived caffeine junkies working on a deadline in an office where the air doesn’t move and the only fans are for the computers. Read more...

On the surface, the Daily Bruin office seems like no place for a carefree college student. A windowless, cluttered, stuffy office partitioned by cubicles, it looks like boot camp for the working world. Read more...

I come into contact with soap and water only once a year. I have stains that will never come out. People walk all over me. Newspapers and the orange chicken from Panda Express are my eau de parfum. Read more...

SAN JOSE, Costa Rica “”mdash; As I sit at my desk at The Tico Times, an English-language weekly in Costa Rica, I realize how lucky I was to work at the Daily Bruin. Read more...