Last August, exactly two years after my parents moved to Texas, my boyfriend, Jack, held my hand while I wept outside of my childhood home and wiped snot on my sleeve.  I grew up in a small colonial...

The echoing chimes from the Gasson bell tower ring throughout campus, Bapst is empty, and the perfectly landscaped Quad is coated with blankets and frisbees. This can only mean one thing: fall semester...