North by Northwestern

"But where I live will only be where I live for about a week, before moving back to a dorm to teach at a camp and finally to New York. I feel inclined to just put down the address that I know will always be there."

McCormick's Office of Personal Development is offering a class taught by dance professors designed to get engineers embracing their physical creativity.

These recipes take seasonal produce from farm to fork.

Not even gravity can hold down this team of student scientists.

See where your discount can take you.

It’s no shock that winter can be a cruel bitch. But technological advancements are trying hard to fight back fashionably. ...

Getting here was easy and petitioning to graduate may be done with the greatest of ease. But with my limited knowledge of the future, I have a feeling that the next stage isn’t going to be so easy.

I feared him snatching my hand and pulling me under, swiftly and quietly.

A student-organized effort puts solar panels on top of Ford.

"Laughter hangs in the air/like the sticky humidity,/though tinged with innocence."

I should have known when I gave you your place -- among cans and boxes of dried pasta -- that your shelf life would be outlived by my forgetting.

This year, students from Northwestern’s chapter of Engineers for a Sustainable World are aiming for accessibility in their annual summit. ...

Photo by Emily Chow / North by Northwestern. For your textbook to finally make it into your hands at the ...

"Wrapped in snow pants and padded coats, they toddle, a little too big compared to their normal girth. Their feet are adorned with thin, shiny weapons, a dangerous power for someone so young."

"This time his hands were not yanking my hair, but holding my hand. When he looked at me, his face contorted into something I hadn’t seen before. Looking straight into my eyes, he whispered quickly and assuredly, as if he had practiced."

I could feel your heart beat / fast between your ribs / thin as sinews.

The Chicago Transit Authority held its fourth public scoping meeting to address potential changes to the purple and red rail ...

In third grade, Pokémon was king.

Hey. Now it’s your dad. I got your text, so I was wondering, I don’t know, I was just calling ...

Last fall, students gathered outside of Norris, equipped with hoes and shovels, ready to break into the earth. The land ...

I was nine and you were six and two hours felt like a lifetime.

NU's third green design award brings more to the university than just a glass plaque.

The Books' act incorporates video, sampling and chaos. Read an interview with the band, and see their show on Oct. 29th.

Evanston native Ezra Furman is back home and ready to become a local character with his band, the Harpoons.

He was big for his age. A fifth grader, though he looked more like a high schooler. Casting dark shadows over all the other kids waiting at the side of the pool to be placed in the right swimming class. He already knew he couldn’t swim.

You have housed me for so long. / Neatly stitched gingham, with tight seams / lined my sides and protected me.

Photo by the author. Up the stairs and around the corner, in the quiet Northwestern Room in Norris, tables sat ...

Classes are starting and the frantic final days of book buying are now. But rather than wait days or weeks ...

This week Northwestern University unveiled a new financial aid program geared at increasing minority and low-income enrollment. In fall 2011, ...

I realized as soon as I got off the plane in Frankfurt that I was woefully underprepared. Shuffling into line to go through my third security check of the day, I realized I couldn’t even count above seven (sieben) in German.

"One whizzed by, so close / Almost plunging into my ear. / Others followed, but weary eyes / Were too heavy to confirm."

“13″ by Lisa Wang The sun was creeping up my spine. Its warm rays like fingers, lightly stepping one after ...

"I knew she would be angry, but it didn't matter anymore. Today was the day I would get my sister back."

"We didn't steal each others' significant others or have wayward boyfriends from other states that try to force us to take drugs again. We were just average high school students, which is perhaps why I latched on."

"It was that magical time in between. Between day and night when everything gets inexplicably quiet."

"Once it has disappeared, for the most part, / tiny slivers latched onto fingertips.

"It was almost as if the dark wanted to be felt. Thick and heavy-laden with humidity, the gently cool, damp air clung to my face and arms."

It sweats out your / Virility and drains your smile

Spring is coming... do you feel it?

A Greyhound bus ride is more memorable than its destination.

One story. Two points of view. A grandfather and a little girl talk boats and marigolds.

Looking at each other, we knew we had to do it. We had to scream into the abyss.

One student's valiant quest for an extension.

Class full? You're not alone.

We lock eyes for a moment and you smile knowingly. Target-fixed, you trip on your feet to get to my friends and I.

I don't know you. You don't even look like someone I would know.

A dream of creatures and cravings.

A reflection on how Disney fails to awe a 20-year-old student.

We now reflect brighter and bigger, the conflicting scene That hung around us, our backdrop.

Lake Michigan becomes a comfort to a newly landlocked student.

Fetal poison, extracted in a way similar to that of snake anti-venom, might be the answer to curing swine flu.

So now I sit, remembering the day that just happened. Did it really just happen?

Rainy days and Mondays don't have to get you down. One writer reflects on the finer qualities of this season's source of aggravation.

A scary book's perilous cover.

A poetic take on looking out from behind windows.

Just being around books makes this author all cozy inside.

Where those who reside wish to roam far away from its coast.