Your search on '' returned no results.
My daughter experiences school-related stress on a regularly basis. She often comes home telling me she had to work really hard, with almost no time for fun or games. The many tests and grades make her nervous. Of course, this…
“Poetry makes nothing happen”, W.H. Auden famously wrote in 1939, as the world was preparing for another world war. It was a strange comment to make by a poet who earned his living writing poetry. Imagine Picasso at the time…
As a General Councillor of the University Student Council, it brings me immense joy to extend my heartfelt congratulations to the newly elected council members for the 2024/2025 academic year. First and foremost, I want to express my gratitude to…
What if you had the power to give more students housing or have a say in how the university should implement AI? This is not just a hypothetical, student councils have a direct impact on the things that matter to…
After our final school exams in 1989, my friends and I went on a vacation. Not to a Greek island to enjoy house and beach life, but instead to the remotest place our Interrail tickets would take us: Alta, Norway…
University education has the potential to become a community that is a melting pot for diverse perspectives and ideas. Nonetheless, the increase in political tension globally has caused rifts to form inside communities. This division has led students to the…
In honor of International Women’s Day, Ad Valvas’ student reporter and PPE student Katharina Graf shines a light on female researchers that were robbed of their scientific recognition.
There’s a picture on my father-in-law’s Facebook profile. It features my body, covered by a paper gown, my tiny son Luca, naked except a diaper and a knitted hat, and the smiling face of my partner. It is a snapshot…
Stepping into university life as a first-generation student brings both excitement and challenges. It’s a delicate balancing act, managing academic pressures, personal expectations, and the persistent fear of not measuring up in a terrain where each step seems fraught with…
One of my earliest memories of Morocco concerns my great-aunt Fatima. I must have been aged four or five, but I can still see her fragile, wrinkly face as she stood in front of my sister and me in the…