In my four years at the Daily Bruin, I’ve written 64 columns. This is my 65th, and my last. I’ve long believed that columns are really just glorified arguments. Read more...

I’ve had more than a few near-death experiences. There’s the time I almost fell off the 3-foot-high branch on a tree in my backyard when I was 6. Read more...

To a windowless, musty, dirty, rowdy Kerckhoff 118, otherwise known as the Daily Bruin newsroom, This is a love letter to a place I’m not supposed to be. Read more...

When I was 4, I remember sliding on my swim fins and jumping into the shimmery pool, pretending that I was a mermaid. Admittedly, it was a small plastic kiddie pool, but ever since then, there has always been something so fascinating about the water and its warm touch. Read more...

Every layout I design starts as a blank page in my unlined notebook. But finally sitting down staring at yet another blank page, I had a difficult time finding the words to start this column. Read more...

I tried my best not to run up the steps of Kerckhoff Hall. I approached the foyer of Kerckhoff 118 gingerly. I knew that the prognosis was not good. Read more...