There is no good way to resist a demon but to ruthlessly examine what we believe and why we believe it, lest we uncritically accept ideas that are not ours.

College has attuned me to the inherent poverty of time. My deadlines are debts I must pay back, and the late penalties are brutal interest.

Weed-out classes no longer need to be a bellwether for getting into medical school. If anything, they are counterproductive to the goal of graduating more doctors every year.

From the embarrassingly marketing-laden websites to the contrived allusions to a commitment to diversity, the expectation that we students should treat the administration as an external, distant entity is very quickly and clearly communicated to us freshmen. Is it any wonder that we treat brochures as punchlines?