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We’re at Caltech. Of course there will be people saying that without sacrificing sleep, you can’t get enough time to do your sets, your research, your socializing. But what came first – the advice or the lifestyle? That is to say, did people start staying up later, then realize because the people around them were staying up, it was impossible to do anything in the mornings, so they started staying up later too, and the vicious cycle perpetuated? Or is it truly that impossible to maintain a healt

As new frosh enter their first EVER Caltech term, they also embark on a journey into the wonderful land of P/F. Unlike many other college institutions, Caltech gives us all the chance to take our first two terms of college on pass/fail, meaning that this is the perfect time to go out, explore, and have new experiences. The three writers of the article have the firm belief that one should try their hardest to sidequest while on P/F, a principle we adhered to during our own P/F terms. From our exp

Dear Techers, Welcome to the beginning of a new academic year! I hope it brings discovery, friendship, joy, and the right kinds of challenges—the ones that help you grow into your talents and feel a sense of pride upon accomplishment. If, like me, your life has long been organized by the rhythms of a fall-to-spring academic calendar, the idea that the year truly “begins” in September likely seems natural. Fall brings for me a sense of nerves and anticipation, a knowledge that the pace of life p

Many people question what the end of summer may mean. The end of an era of relaxation? The dawn of a new stick season? Or the letter ‘r’? The end of the summer can mean different things for different people. For some, it’s the end of time with family. After flying across the globe to meet the people you love, this might be the time you say goodbye. And the time when you have more than 12 hours to yourself in a flying metal tin can. Although, if you haven’t got a window seat, the entertainment

The first time I felt an overwhelming sense of hopelessness and loneliness at Caltech, I had yet to hear the Fleming cannon fire even once. Stuck in a tiny Braun room on an otherwise nondescript July day, I sat there recalling the events of the previous days. It was the summer before my freshman year, barely a few weeks into the FSRI program, and I had another Title IX investigation meeting to join later that day — a new yet now-regular occurrence thanks to one man’s selfish, callous actions. A