Call me a germaphobe, but I’m one of those people that has, and I mean has, to carry hand sanitizer or some sort of disinfectant around with me at all times. Otherwise, I start to have these bizarre visions of what sorts of gross microorganisms might be crawling around on my skin.
In his annual address to the University community regarding Fordham’s standing in the latest college rankings, Fr. McShane led with an old favorite: “I am writing to report on this year’s University rankings, in which I’m afraid we’ve had mixed success.” The Rankings Email always begins with this line, or some variation of it, such as 2018’s “I am writing to report that it has been a mixed week for Fordham in the rankings,” or 2017’s tragic, “Unfortunately, Fordham dipped from 60 to 61.”
At this point, we are all too familiar with the meme of the stereotypical New York City college student with a trusty vape in their hand. The sight has become so common that we almost don’t notice vapes anymore
Goodbye, the paper. It has certainly been a ride with you. I joined your funky little cohort of writers my first semester.It was you or The Ram and I am so thankful I dragged one of my new friends to McGinley 2nd that crisp Tuesday evening.
When I came to my first meeting for the paper, I was a freshman and clearly clueless. I saw the paper at the winter club fair and assumed it was the school paper, or essentially The Ram. I didn’t know there was a difference between the two publications or even that there were two publications!
I remember one moment specifically that I looked at myself in my dorm bathroom at 3 am and asked myself “Is this really it?” Well, no, it wasn’t, but I wouldn’t really know that until my next year, when I met a plucky group of nerds who every two weeks put together a newspaper.
I wish I could say I decided to write for the paper for something important; a higher purpose, a call to defend free speech and democracy, memes… But no, I joined the paper because I thought a guy in class was nice and he wouldn’t shut up about it, so I assumed they must be nice, too.
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.