There’s a saying in the tech industry that if you’re not paying, you’re the product. The summer before my freshman year, my parents warned me that as a scholarship student, Fordham would likely see me as a petting zoo llama, a toy for the Bretts and Bryttneighs of our campus to see how the other half lives.
I came to the paper on accident. I think it was the second semester of my sophomore year, and the guy who had agreed to be my roommate was already an editor. For some reason he thought I should be involved, so he badgered me about it until I finally agreed to go to the print shop one production weekend.
It’s pretty well understood that going off to college can be a stressful transition, and it’s one that’s amplified the farther away from home you go. While some of us felt more comfortable with the distance than others, the decision to go far is not one without its unique regrets. Most notably, and most surprisingly, is when you get sick for the first time.
People are all too familiar with Starbucks, the largest coffee chain in the world. Wherever you are, there is bound to be a Starbucks nearby. And we are all addicted to it; whether it’s our daily coffee, a quick lunch that isn’t fast food, a frappuccino on a hot day, or you just crave a cup of tea or hot chocolate, you will most likely end up at Starbucks at least once during the week.
One of Fordham University’s most hallowed traditions is Fordham students’ performative trashing of this very institution. We’ve all done it in some form or another, some people more than others. And, to be fair, the Jesuit University of New York© provides lots of ammunition for its students, who can often be quite creative about their critiques, due to those fine Jesuit values imparted by the Core Curriculum.
n the wake of Bernie Sanders’ 2016 Campaign for President in the Democratic primary and especially in the aftermath of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s (D-NY) election to the United States Congress, Democratic Socialism is seeming to enjoy its moment in the sun.
Last Wednesday, Apr. 10, 2019, I had the honor of being the guest of Senator-hopeful Rich Shrestha and current-Senator Matthew Heutel to Fordham University’s 2019 Student Government “Meet the Candidates” Event in the McGinley Ballroom.
‘Twas 10 PM on a Sunday night in Loyola Hall when the announcement was made. Classes were to be cancelled the following day, Monday, March 4th –snow day. With my homework complete, I would be afforded an extra twenty-four hours to live my life exactly as I pleased. Adventure, not sleep, was what I desired. I pulled up Google Maps on my laptop, scanning for “near-by” towns to visit, and my eyes landed on Montréal. Previously, I had spontaneously ventured to Coney Island and New Haven on school nights with my friend Ben. Québec could not be that much further. Besides, my cousin goes to McGill, perhaps there would be enough room in her apartment for an overnight guest. On the Grey Hound website, I found a bus leaving from Penn Station in an hour. I could make it. But alas, my Canadian adventure was cancelled. Unfortunately, my passport was in Houston.
That’s it! I’ve had it! I am SICK and TIRED of selfish, arrogant professors who feel the need to flex on their students rather than teach. I can’t seem to escape them. But what else can I do other than post multiple bad reviews on ratemyprofessor.com until the site’s moderators suspect I’m a bot? I’m writing this article to inform our community about how to spot the exact professors I’m talking about, so you can escape quickly from a semester of frustration.
Bryttneigh: I had my first kiss to “Fire Burning” at my middle school dance. Sister Mary Catharine told us to “leave room for the Holy Spirit” while dancing, but Jeremy didn’t listen to that bitch. Which one of you boys want to be the new Jeremy at Spring Weekend?