Gazing over the crowd of freshmen watching Fordham’s orientation video on consent, I realized something: Fordham has well and truly fucked us. We chose to give them our eight grand, we chose to get into bed with them, on the assumption that all of us were going to work to get the best situation possible in these unprecedented times. Now, not only do they refuse to use protection—more on that later—but they continuously refuse to give us any information on what’s going to happen next.
To whomever this may concern,
I have a problem with New Student Orientation, one that I think every other freshman will share:
It’s too short.
Honestly. As a freshman entering into Fordham, I did not expect to have to figure out things on my own; I expected to be taught.