For students who are coming back from studying abroad, looking for a new experience, just plain tired of the dorms or unsuccessful in finding housing for next year, I suggest looking into another option that I am trying out right now: cooperative housing.

In the midst of the toxic fumes and rapid industrialization characteristic of South Central Los Angeles, a community garden bloomed and flourished.

When he was 21 years old, my father fled a war-ravaged Vietnam with his family by boat.

A lot of people thought I was crazy to go study for four months in Vietnam.
But having returned to the United States, I have to say that I found studying abroad such a critical, life-changing experience that it needs to be mandatory. The UC system should seriously consider this in our globalizing, tumultuous age. But more importantly, it is up to the students to take the initiative, no matter what their ages or majors.

I’ll admit that even as a columnist, it is sometimes difficult to make an opinion, let alone work for what you believe in.

Inner peace.

Already I’m bracing myself for the sight of blue-clad Bruins United supporters around the Bruin Bear touting promises of a bar on campus, the business major, campus spirit and undies galore.

“I have to prove that America is my country, my homeland, and that I don’t want to go anywhere else. I have to be the perfect American.”

We’ve come a long way from stereotyping Asians as Long Duk Dongs, Manchu Fus or yellow-faced Mickey Rooneys.

It was another dreary Monday morning, one that truly necessitated a hot cup of wake-me-up coffee. I stumbled sleepily into Kerckhoff Coffeehouse.