UCLA Parking Structure 2’s elevator has been out of service for at least two months, wrapped in a yellow barrier and marked by a small “Out of Service” sign.

As I left Bruin Plate one evening last quarter, I heard a voice behind me urgently yell, “STOP!”
I turned around to a dining hall employee looking directly at me.

One energy drink down and you are in the midst of considering whether to use ChatGPT for a five-point assignment.
But you know your class bans artificial intelligence, so you sigh and keep on working.

Life is all about making mistakes.
When children learn how to ride a bike, they fall. When they spill a glass of milk, they clean it up.

At 26 seconds past the hour, hundreds of students refresh their MyUCLA class planner in a frantic dash to snag spots in a desired professor’s lecture.

Weeder classes are intentionally difficult to make sure those who graduate from a major are the best of the best.
The concept is not new. We’ve been weeded out, rewarded and punished since we were children.

This post was updated Feb. 8 at 7:17 p.m.
Green in the Blue and Gold is a series created by Angelina Alkhouri, an Opinion columnist and a third-year human biology and society student.