“Sacred lands are at stake, but our lives are even more sacred than that!” Queen Quet Marquetta L. Goodwine talks about her advocacy work with the United Nations, the history of the Gullah/Geechee, and how we can help after Hurricane Florence.
Hey, Father McShane: Stop Attaching Importance to Meaningless University Rankings
Uh these matter? by Destin Piagentini Staff Satirist Note: This article is completely satirical and…
The former Provost was well loved by the university community. by Claire Nunez Editor-in-Chief Today,…
The paper presents a deeper dive into Fordham’s finances, as well as an unbe-leaf-able amount of plant puns.
The Jesuits at the University of Central America carry on the legacy of Daniel Berrigan, S.J. and other anti-war activists.
I’ve been thinking about how to start this article for years. I don’t mean that as hyperbole. The first time I read a deadit I was a freshmen and the editor for the News section. I’d spent months reading articles about depressing news all over the world and nothing hit my heart quite as hard as raw emotion poured into these articles. I was nervous that I would never be quite as devoted as the staff writing these articles. Then the months went by and I fell in love with the paper and eventually the day came where I had to give up being a co-editor chief (shout out to all my incredible co-editors through the years, but especially actual real-life talented journalist, Luis motherfucking Gomez), leaving the paper felt like tearing a piece out of my heart. I haven’t come back to the print shop since I turned the lights off on my last day. I don’t know if I could ever take another last time in that place.
Sometimes less is more for a title ok? It’s also a reference ok? Get out.…
How did I get started with the paper? The same way I did everything at Fordham: chaotically, and with little planning involved. Like many of you, I scrambled to sign up for and try every club I could as a freshman. I remember being enticed by the weird but welcoming energy of the paper, like some avant-garde collective pulled from the pages of a Jack Kerouac novel. My interest was always casual – I was far too inexperienced at Photoshop to help on any design issues, so I slowly worked my way in through Earwax reviews and the occasional op-ed.
I think the strangest part about writing this is that I still can’t believe I actually even started writing for a Fordham campus newspaper. I waited until the beginning of my junior year to even try. I have some pretty vivid memories of my first paper meeting: one, I was terrified and two, I had way too many ideas. I actually managed to get two articles in my very first issue.