By Emily Overholt, Staff Writer
The Boston ice is finally melting which can mean only one thing: the semester is ending. For those of us who aren’t living in the palace that is StuVi, and who aren’t kicking it in Boston this summer, it means it’s time to convince someone to pay your rent (I mean ‘take your place’) in your Allston apartment.
In honor of my insane excitement about the season four premier, here’s what it feels like trying to find a subletter, as told by “Game of Thrones.” Get ready to press play and feel the struggle.
At first you’re hopeful. You love your apartment. It’s cheap, comfortable, you’re used to it. Look at that view. Everyone would want to live here.
Then you start trying to write a craigslist ad, and suddenly everything is awful. How have you been paying this much to live in a closet all year? WHO WILL CHOOSE TO LIVE HERE?
You start asking your friends to move in so you don’t have to deal with it. Even offering sweet deals.
When your friends move in you decide to throw caution to the wind. Who needs background checks? Please live here.
As time passes you start to realize that there really is no choice. You no longer care who lives in your stuff but you try to get your roommate to get along with the strangers.
Your roommate shoots down your applicant.
You turn to the BU Housing Facebook group in a final moment of desperation.
And then you wait…
But eventually, summer is coming and surely everything will have worked out. Unless, of course, your last name is Stark.
By Stacy Schoonover, Staff Writer
With the spring semester going so fast, summer plans are in the back of our minds. Want to get a head start on summer preparation? Finding a storage company for all your college belongings is a great way to start. Below are some of the most commonly used services by Boston college students.
BU alum Jason Kaplan is the cofounder for an app called ‘Cubbyhole’ that finds nearby homes with extra space to store boxes, objects, luggage, etc. Storage can last one day, one month or even one year. Different rate plans are available, starting at $15.
The most popular usage of the service has been college students leaving for the summer or one-day travelers needing a place to store luggage before a flight.
Cubbyhole asks users to login with Facebook and then after determining his or her location, finds storage options nearby.
Users can also be hosts, offering space from a drawer size to an entire room. Hosts keep 70% of the fee, with the remaining 30% going to the Cubbyhole company.
Students can save up to 15% and even get the first month free for using the service Cubesmart where users select a location, choose a cube size and then reserve a unit. Prices for students start at $79.90 per month.
On Sparefoot, users can enter their location and get results for different storage services nearby displaying prices from lowest to highest. Storage space size varies from a 5’ x 5’ cubicle to 10’ x 30’.
Fetch storage picks up the items to be stored, stores them and then returns them. Prices start at $3 for a small crate and then escalate to up to 70 cubic feet for $62 per month. Fetch also offers a cheaper rate to buy boxes and rent crates.
By Clemence Pluche, Staff Writer
Boston’s prominent collegiate youth play a great role in determining fashion trends. This fall’s trendsetters have shown us that fall/winter trends are a re-vamp of summer style. This is most commonly achieved by layering up and toning down; mini skirts become maxi skirts, the color palette darkens.
Some popular choices are:
Transitional weather is tricky when it comes to fashion, especially in a city like Boston with such erratic weather. A great way to avoid being too hot, too cold and anything in between is to wear a maxi skirt. Prints are always a fail-safe for changing weather. When paired with a bralette, a cardigan and some ankle boots, this look is a combination of both summer and fall.
Classic patterns and daring colors
Designers and fashionistas have been riding the vintage wave for ages, but this fan favorite has directly impacted this year’s fall fashion both on the runway and in street style. Old patterns such as houndstooth, plaid, tweed, ‘80s floral and pinstripes all made appearances in collections like Rag & Bone, Thakoon and Dolce & Gabbana. Patterned coats and skirts are more common, but if you’re brave, venture out with some tweed pants, a floral blouse or a plaid trench coat this fall for a statement look.
We have seen a progression in the color trends this fall. Winter white was a popular choice for designers at Fashion Week in Milan and New York. Naturally, as summer fades, darker shades of green begin to emerge; from forest-green to olive-green – this color is officially a trend of fall fashion.
High-waisted bottoms is and has been a steadfast trend amongst the youngsters of Boston. The varieties of which are endless. High-waisted jeans, pants, shorts, skirts, all add an edge and a dash of class to your outfit. It tricks the eye by elongating the legs and accentuating the waist.
Tan boots…or black
Boots of all shapes, sizes and colors have always been a fall staple. Unless you have industrial-quality Hunters, the snow-filled winters of Boston will not be kind to your boots. Fall is the best time to break out these boots before winter sets in and does them damage. Tan boots in particular have proved to be a staple of the Boston college student. The color goes with any pattern, color or texture, even overall looks for that matter (whether it be preppy, grungy or vintage.) As a word of advice when matching colors: Do not fear brown and black. Using both colors has a reputation as a big fashion no-no, but brown doesn’t necessarily look bad with black. Some black skinny jeans or leggings go perfectly well with brown boots. Though for the more classic at heart or for those of us who are more big-footed, black boots is always another good choice.
The beanie is a fashion staple, whether the fashion be hipster, urban or high-fashion. The beanie is definitely a college-friendly (and wallet-friendly) accessory for chillier weather. Dress up an outfit with a bolder beanie color or dress it down with a subtle color. There is a definitely a beanie for everyone this semester.
By Abbie Lin, Staff Writer
A week and a little bit more into classes and I’m already craving the sweet simplicity of summer. I was never one for hot weather, but when it means having an excuse to eat ice cream I can’t complain. I spent my summer in New York, home to – what seems to be – the US’s most prolific selection of ice cream, gelato, fro-yo and general frozen delicacies. Enjoy this post of my visit to NY’s hippest ice cream shop, Big Gay Ice Cream, as a sticky throwback to an easier time. I hope it’s a welcome distraction from commiserating with your roommates on your unfortunate new reality of homework.
To read more about Big Gay Ice Cream on Eatabl click here.
After the long summer, the first question out of your professors’ and your classmates’ mouths is probably going to be along the lines of, “So what did you do this summer?”
While some are probably unconcerned with what you did and others can hardly wait to tell you about the prestigious or cool or both internship or travel plans they had over the summer, they do bring up a point of interest for many these days–internships are just as much a part of the college experience as classes are today. Since internships are intertwined with higher education, more people are competing for less internships, most of which are unpaid.
Over the summer, a student who was unpaid for his work with Fox Searchlight Pictures sued–and won. The U.S. district judge said that when student interns do the work of a regular employee, they do deserve a paycheck.
Though you should probably wait a second before you start filing suits against all of your previous internship supervisors that made you grab coffee one too many times. The U.S. Department of Labor did spell out what is allowed and what is not for unpaid interns. The Department of Labor said that as long as the student is getting more educational benefit from the internship than the employer is gaining from their work, not getting paid is permissible.
However, is it a good thing to teach students that their contributions are so small that they don’t even deserve minimum wage?
Among the 2013 graduates who applied for a job after they received their bachelor degrees 63.1 percent of those who completed paid internships received at least one job offer. That compared to the 37 percent who received a job offer but having completed unpaid internships, according to the National Association of Colleges and Employers 2013 Student Survey.
While this may have something to do with the type of fields that offer paid internships (usually in the STEM fields) and the fields that are hiring the most people at the time, these are somewhat frightening statistics.
Why get up before noon and head to an office during the long, hot months of June, July and August and not be paid at your internship?
For this reason: Internships are not only a part of higher education, but are also responsible for teaching students many skills they they may not learn in the classroom. Employers also get a good deal out of the popularity of internships as well; young people bring fresh perspectives as well as being both Internet and technology savvy.
Though it would be nice if employers and students reached a balance wherein students learn on the job while paying for their own food.
By Taylor Hartz, Staff Photographer and Writer
At the start of the spring semester I had never traveled outside the country. Today, I find myself quite literally on the other side of the world, spending my summer in Australia.
Our first two weeks have consisted of soaking up the city: finding Nemo at the Sydney Aquarium, cruising through the Sydney Harbour to catch our first glimpse of the magnificent Opera House and the “Vivid Sydney Festival” – a two-week light show across the city at night. All the biggest buildings are covered with lights and moving projections, while the fountains in the Harbour glow with color as they dance to everything from Queen to the Carmina Burana.
After that, I’ve got a full schedule of wine tasting at Hunter Valley and a weekend spent shark feeding, sting ray petting, whale watching, mountain climbing, camel riding and dune surfing in Port Stephen’s! Our last stop is a flight down to Melbourne for a stroll down Great Ocean Road for a view of the 12 Apostles.
Needless to say, life down undah is exciting, adventurous and beautiful.
By Seline Jung, Staff Writer
Being back in Seoul, South Korea – my home – after the past year in Boston has been so many things. It has been simultaneously wonderful, comforting, boring, frustrating and more.
As I write this, I am honestly still in “wind-down mode” from my crazy semester, the worst of which came in the last weeks of April, just as it was for thousands of other Boston residents. Due to this current state of mind – coming down from the rush of the last few weeks of school – I haven’t been able to think about much, even less so about the past school year and what I may be doing in the future.
I personally made a decision to have no internships this summer. I’m basically a hermit lounging around the house all day. I appreciate doing nothing on some days and loathe it on other days. I’m eating all the good food I missed, and my soul feels complete because of it. I’m catching up with old friends I haven’t talked to since high school and spending precious quality time with my family for what may be the last long summer before I graduate and start a career (or at least try to).
Although, since I was nonstop busy all throughout the past nine months with school, work and an internship, I also feel restless and uneasy about doing nothing all day. I feel like I should be doing something or be somewhere else! It’s a reoccurring personal problem: as soon as I land in one country, I want to be back in the country I was in. As a constant wanderer, I can never settle.
But then I quickly realize how lucky I am to be here and how beautiful my home city is. I missed the hustle-bustle and buzz of a big city, something I never felt Boston could give me. I missed the smells, the spice in everything I eat and the familiarity of these streets and neighborhoods.
Once again I am trying to teach myself the same lesson I have been attempting to grasp for the past few years: appreciate and love where you’re at. It doesn’t matter where you aren’t, it only matters where you are.
By Gregory Davis, Staff Writer
With the help of the Creative Mind Group, I had the pleasure of traveling to Cannes, France to attend the Cannes Film Festival for two weeks in May. Heading into such a revered event in the film industry, I could not temper my expectations. Yet, the festival managed to soar above anything I could have imagined.
From red carpet premieres to networking events with major players in the industry, I found myself pinching my arm every so often to remind myself this was all real. However, no moment had me doubting my consciousness quite like the night I met the one and only Mrs. Doubtfire.
I was sitting at a restaurant enjoying a delicious filet of beef with some friends, when a “woman” pulled up a chair and took a seat at our table unannounced. I turned my head, and my jaw dropped. It was a man in a blonde wig, pink sweater, plaid kilt and brown handbag; the look made famous by Robin Williams in the hilarious “Mrs. Doubtfire.” But was it THE Mrs. Doubtfire? Was it Robin Williams in the flesh?
My friends looked at me, wondering what in the world I knew that they had yet to realize. When I whispered, “That’s Robin Williams,” some of them refused to believe it, while others were overcome with the same jaw-dropping expression I had been struck with.
Like most other 19-year-old males, my immediate reaction was to get up, walk over to him and ask for a picture. While he muttered broken French in a Mrs. Doubtfire voice too accurate not to be the real thing, I put my arm around his shoulder — positive this was Robin Williams himself — and said in his ear, “Only you would do this.”
The French mumblings of a man who clearly did not understand a word of the language came to a stop, and for a brief moment, he broke character.
He whispered into my ear — American male voice and all — “I know, right?”