Live life with a purpose. We often hear this phrase prescribed as a recipe for success. We are advised that living life driven by a strong sense of purpose leads to more meaningful and rewarding experiences....
I have never sat on John Carroll’s lap. In fact, I’ve never even been tempted to try. But each time I cross Healy Lawn, I find my eyes drawn to that iconic statue that welcomes each person to the Hilltop....
By Allie Hahn and Colm Cross
We had always talked about how we wanted to do 99 Days our senior year, the annual contest where seniors are challenged to go to The Tombs and get a drink or bite to eat...
A little over three months ago, I found myself on a short flight back to Washington D.C., for the first time since last summer after spending my fall semester abroad in Turkey. Whether I had fully admitted...
Fr. Schall's, S.J., presence and contributions to our community for the past 52 years have been extraordinary. His passion for philosophy is contagious, and both his scholarship and deep caring for his...
Fr. James Schall, S.J., was the first teacher I had at Georgetown who I felt like I could ask for any kind of help and receive it, whether it was a recommendation letter or a bit of food or cooking advice...
Fr. James Schall, S.J., once paused in the middle of class and exclaimed, “I want to move your souls!” I think this caught everyone off guard, but the man knew that his role as a Jesuit pedagogue was...
Real New Yorkers don’t stand on escalators.
They don’t walk up them, either. They run. Because that deafening screech is the 4 train pulling into the 59th Street station, and missing it means...
At around 11 p.m. last Friday night, I clocked out of my closing shift at The Midnight MUG for the final time. It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that in the fall I won’t be trudging across...
A wise Franciscan nun once counseled me that it is imperative to locate the oases of grace in your life and visit them regularly. She explained that we all know of places where the odds are good that we...
Being a second-semester senior is strange. There's no way around it. For those like me who aren't going to graduate school, there are only a few months left before the real world comes crashing into our...
LONDON — I write this column from London, where I am spending six days between classes, giving several presentations on my books and current research. And indulging in a bit of nostalgia.
Three decades...
