By Kevin Dineen Staff Architect The Eiffel Tower. The Colosseum of Rome. The Taj Mahal.…
When I first arrived at Fordham, I could not wait to wear the F crest on my chest and compete for our track and field team. Now, I’ve lost an entire year of competition due to the pandemic, and the future of upcoming races remains unclear.
The one unarguably good thing that comes out of snowstorms: Snow Days. And yet, technology strikes again.
Several weeks ago, on February 1, LeBron James and the Los Angeles Lakers were in Atlanta to play the Hawks in primetime. But it was an interaction between LeBron and a fan sitting courtside that made the news.
The most wonderful time of the year has arrived. Naturally, for the sake of this article, I decided to try every single new drink offered at Fordham’s Starbucks location. I can feel my wallet wailing in agony already, as I deplete my savings on, quite honestly, overpriced offerings.
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.
Whoever invented the Zoom Breakout Room feature owes reparations to every college student in America. You do not know the damage you have done to our frayed nervous and broken spirits. We hate breakout rooms.
Autumn has arrived, and we’ve less than three months until 2021. A lot has changed since that fateful March 9th afternoon when the Office of the President informed us that face-to-face instruction would be suspended.
Over the summer, and indeed, most of the spring, there has been a plurality of issues that the United States has had to deal with, from a largely preventable and massive death count from COVID-19, loss of faith in public institutions, a large and growing movement for racial justice, and a demand for accountability when it comes to police violence.
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.