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.

Tucked away in a red brick building in the middle of North
Campus are classrooms with turquoise-colored walls, winding
staircases and machines that seem to make just about anything.

State health care agencies are on the move after UCLA public
health researchers released a study last week revealing that more
than 1 million adults in California face restricted health care
access because they do not speak English proficiently.

Thinking back to 20 years ago, it’s the splashing in
yellow rainwater that Antonina Sergieff vividly recalls.
The third-year graduate student didn’t know it then, but
the unnatural color of those puddles in her hometown of Gomel,
Belarus were due to radioactive particles spewing from a nuclear
explosion 80 miles away.

$3,052,600,815.
That is the amount of money the UCLA community accumulated
during what officials are calling the most successful fundraising
campaign in higher education history.
Officially completed in December 2005 after the university had
continually raised the bar on donations and gift-giving, final
figures from Campaign UCLA, which started in 1995, will be released
today.

Fourth-year philosophy student David Toney got down on bended
knee in a Charles E. Young lecture hall last February and, with the
periodic table of elements in the background and friends filling
the room, proposed to his girlfriend.

Walking into the law school Saturday morning, one could have
mistakenly believed it was a weekday.
The typical din of students and crowded hallways continued on
into the weekend as students from all over Southern California
convened at UCLA for the 21st Annual Southern California Public
Interest Career Day.

Coming from her homeland of Turkey to the hills of Malibu, Ozge
Gencay-Ustun arrived at the Getty Villa as hundreds of visitors
made their way to the opening.

Brooding on the horizon in 79 A.D., the temperamental Mount
Vesuvius expunged its molten rock onto extravagant villas and slave
quarters alike.
In that year, a slice of ancient Roman society in all its pomp
and circumstance became indelibly preserved and simultaneously
hidden to human eyes.

For six days last quarter, UCLA students carefully sliced away
at the tendrils and vibrant petals of rich tropical foliage on the
garden island of Kauai.