On a biweekly basis, every Monday and Tuesday past 9:00 p.m. since freshman year, you’d find me working on the Observer. The Mablab is a
I was reeling from a grave crisis when I wrote the first version of this letter. I seemed to think writing 600 words about how
The theme of this semester’s last issue of the Observer, growth, lends itself exceedingly well to what I hope to articulate in this letter. For
For this year’s inaugural issue of our beloved Observer, we’ve selected history as our theme. It feels like a natural starting point because as any
I remember stopping by the Observer’s table when I visited Tufts for Jumbo Days. I picked up an issue, and my dad immediately squeezed my
Last Sunday, in a parked car on East 7th Street in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, was the first time I cried about graduating.
I am a nester. The first thing I do when I move into a new house is open the blinds and make my bed with