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Editor’s note: The Daily’s editorial department acknowledges that this article is premised on a conflict of interest. This article is a special feature for Commencement 2025 that does not represent the Daily’s standard journalistic practices.
Baltimore Orioles’ Hall of Fame third baseman Brooks Robinson once said, “Whether you want to or not, you do serve as a role model. People will always put more faith in baseball players than anyone else.” For young baseball players who matriculate to Tufts and try out for the club baseball team, it is the squad’s seniors, not the professional players in the lofty heights of Major League Baseball, who serve as their role models. In recognition of those seniors’ immense contributions to the program over their four years at Tufts, some of the team’s underclassmen wanted to pay tribute.
Editor’s note: The Daily’s editorial department acknowledges that this article is premised on a conflict of interest. This article is a special feature for Commencement 2025 that does not represent the Daily’s standard journalistic practices.
Editor’s note: The Daily’s editorial department acknowledges that this article is premised on a conflict of interest. This article is a special feature for Commencement 2025 that does not represent the Daily’s standard journalistic practices.
Editor’s note: The Daily’s editorial department acknowledges that this article is premised on a conflict of interest. This article is a special feature for Commencement 2025 that does not represent the Daily’s standard journalistic practices.
Over the past few months, I, like so many others, have been thinking a lot about what it means to be getting a liberal arts education. At a time when the world is changing with the advent of new technologies, changing markets and constant commentary from family friends that artificial intelligence will leave us unemployed, “Why liberal arts?” is a question that has become even more important.
Walking through the halls of Tisch, desperate to find a study spot, my eyes can’t help but dart to what rests on everyone’s desk. No, it’s not books that my peepers are gazing at, but the vast array of colorful Owala water bottles that have taken over campus. I don’t think I’ve gone a single day this school year without seeing one of those brightly-colored vessels shoved into the side pocket of a backpack or standing tall on a desk. Even the Tufts Bookstore has caught on to the epidemic, now selling a variety of Owala bottles for students to hydrate with. Yet, as I sip on microplastic-infused water from my deteriorating bottle, I find myself struggling to understand this trend. Wasn’t it just last year that everyone was clenching their Stanley cups? And what about those insulated Hydro Flasks that would thunder when they hit the floor?
Content warning: This article contains mentions of sexual misconduct.
For Tufts men’s tennis graduating seniors Vuk Vuksanovic, Derin Acaroglu and Lachie Macintosh, the past four years have been about more than sets, stats and standings. Together, they’ve helped build one of the most competitive tennis programs in the country, and along the way, they’ve grown into leaders, teammates and friends whose legacy will be felt long after their last matches are played.
A lone white shirt wrestled through a sea of defenders, deftly maneuvering the ball while shrugging off a host of aggressive tackles. Despite his shirt being pulled, the young 5-foot-6-inch winger was unfazed, keeping balance and gliding past his markers before threading a pass to graduating senior forward Anthony Bhangdia, whose shot was deflected back into play and into the path of the tenacious winger who pounced on the loose ball and buried it in the bottom right corner.
If you’re part of the Class of 2025, you’re likely no stranger to the emotional whiplash of dread, anger and anxiety, sometimes punctuated by flickers of hope and anticipation, that has characterized the last few months. Perhaps you’re part of a student research project whose funding was cut. Or, the jobs that once defined your dream career no longer exist. Maybe, like most of us, you’re facing a dauntingly high level of competitiveness for entry-level jobs. In short, the future does not feel bright. I, for one, do not feel limitless career potential. Regardless of what commencement speakers may say, it is objectively a terrible time to graduate from college. So, how can we, as a graduating class, cope with the fact that our plans are being forced to change due to factors beyond our control?
Sadie Roraback-Meagher: Heya Evan!
When I was notified by my supervisor at the Student Accessibility and Academic Resources Center — also known as the StAAR Center — at the end of my first year that I had been accepted as a writing fellow, I was overjoyed. First of all, it was the first job I had ever been offered. Second, it was the only on-campus job I had been accepted to after applying to countless random positions at the Mayer Campus Center and Tisch Library through Handshake. I had always wanted an on-campus job because it seemed so cool and rewarding. Now, two years later, I can confidently say I was right, and that my Tufts experience wouldn’t have been nearly as meaningful without it.
Editor’s note: The Daily’s editorial department acknowledges that this article is premised on a conflict of interest. This article is a special feature for Commencement 2025 that does not represent the Daily’s standard journalistic practices.
In the first 100 days of his presidency, President Donald Trump cut numerous federal jobs and proposed major slashes to budgets across government departments. Some of the departments among the hardest hit are those that fund and support research at universities across the country. Notable standouts include the Department of Health and Human Services, which houses the National Institutes of Health, as well as the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. Additionally, the Trump administration has hit university research by placing restrictions on federal grant funding for university medical research.
On April 22, Knopf Publishing Company released “Notes to John,” a posthumous collection of journal entries Joan Didion wrote after sessions with her psychiatrist. The 224-page work marks the first release of new content by the writer since her 2011 memoir, “Blue Nights.”
Wow. This is crazy. The semester has come to an end. We just needed to survive finals. It’s definitely been a semester. To be honest, it’s definitely been a YEAR.
Hi everyone! As I write this, it is currently May Morning here in Oxford, the date of a centuries-old tradition dedicated to heralding in the spring. Each year, thousands gather in front of Magdalen Tower to listen to the choir sing hymns to the tune of church bells and chirping birds. For you all, however, it’s Commencement, a day dedicated to heralding in not just this spring but the rest of the seasons of your lives. With change, of course, we must leave things behind. That’s right: It’s time to say goodbye to Tufts — and to this column.
Yesterday, I stared at the sun. It really hurt. Yet, as I stumbled down Prez Lawn barefoot (#freethefoot) with holes burned into my retinas, I began to realize something about my fiery, eternally-smiling foe: Without the sun, the world would be a much darker place.
Staring at a litter of puppies, the first to go are the ones with unique colorings, mixes of merle, little white boots or floppy ears. These days, people pick their pets based on how cute they think they are. But are these really the characteristics that pet owners should be searching for?