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Ambiance: Located in the same building as the Undergraduate Admissions Office, Cronkhite Dining Room looks onto a pristinely manicured, enclosed garden and courtyard. With a couple tables and chairs on the patio, Cronkhite could be a great place to catch a bit and study on a nice day. And even from inside, the views are beautiful and add a real charm to the space...
It’s a habit I’ve held onto because being late has always seemed easier than being on time, no matter how it affected those around me. Though people still joke about it and deem it an amusing quality, I’ve come to realize that it’s a characteristic I need to overcome to improve my relationships with those around...
...pupils lying on the grass in sundresses on a summer day, is struck away with a vengeance, though, as “Cracks” turns nightmarish in its final act. Ultimately, the story is a sordid one. As the film ends, the plot veers onto such a wild, jolting track that the cheeks redden and the hand flies to cover the gaping mouth. But somehow, though “Cracks” turns out to be a nasty little shocker, it does not feel like trash. In the tradition of other British psychological dramas like 1992?...
...effort to comprehend Vu’s brightly-colored paintings of animal and human figures, the observer—trained in our hyperactive descriptive culture of tweets, texts, and Facebook updates—might be tempted to latch onto a single word—hallucinogenic, or even psychedelic. Yet, trying to capture Vu in one word does a disservice to her artistic complexity. As Vu’s thesis advisor, Visual and Environmental Studies (VES) department professor Andrew Beattie, says of the “miracle worlds” she paints: “They’re not cute...
...TAPS pride was palpable as soon as the company stepped—or rather, tapped—onto the stage to rehearse. Jennifer N. Kurdyla ’11, another officer who has danced with TAPS for three years, entered the room wearing a black sweatshirt with “TAPS” on the back in large white letters. But by the end of the first strenuous run-through, her sweatshirt lay strewn on the edge of the stage. At a quarter past 10, the room was already crackling with energy. Lowell Lecture Hall was finally awake...