Like many revolutionary thinkers, I will be publishing my work anonymously. I know that I will call out some powerful people and do not want to put myself or those I love at risk. So here we go: I propose that the paper’s Earwax and News sections officially secede and form their own publication.
“These are strange and unprecedented times.” “I hope you’re staying safe.” “We’re all in this together!” Blah, blah, blah. Yeah, well, that’s not gonna stop me from calling out an asshole when I see one.
An Expression of Anger
I feel as though some mental health topics, namely suicide, despite the world being more open to discussions of mental health now than ever, are still taboo. Sure, we can recite statistics and even policy without fear, but as soon as the conversation creeps closer, and turns from the generic to the intimate, it hesitates and loses confidence. A shame, considering suicide and its facets are nothing if not personal. In light of this, I’ve decided to write about what I’ve learned from a few times and people in my life where the topic was especially relevant.
I have always faced anxiety in life. It began when I was young when my parents separated. I couldn’t sleep at night, talking to friends was a challenge and I was even afraid of my dad for a while, which was not his fault.
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The core grievance in question is directed toward the music at the 8pm Mass, which ought to be amended.
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.
Whether referred to as the Spagelli School of Spaghetti, or the Bagelli School of Bagels, chances are you are probably familiar with Fordham’s Gabelli School of Business. Or maybe you are not (in which case you are probably better off). However, for those of you who are familiar with Gabelli, maybe even a Gabellian yourself, you still may stand to learn a few things from this exposé. I have undergone a covert investigation intended to uncover the true ins and outs of Fordham’s renowned business school. What I found will shock the laymen and perhaps even rattle the Gabellians.