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.
by Hope Guzzle Earwax Editor Today it is impossible to ignore the social mobilization and…
I am angry. I am heartbroken. I am done.
I am done telling my Black friends, colleagues, and family members that I am there for them, that I stand with them, and that I fight for them. I need to do more. I need to hold myself accountable.
Well ladies and gentlemen, and those who do not identify with either gender, we’ve reached the apex of hell. The rest of the semester will be conducted from the privacy and loneliness of our respective homes. I’m not happy about it, you’re probably not happy about it, but nonetheless this is the situation we’ve found ourselves in. My heart truly goes out to the seniors, both those in high school and those at Fordham who are really getting screwed over by this. We love and appreciate you, and we wish you the best. That being said, we’ve got to get to the meat of the issue.
I don’t think anyone is able to put into words exactly how they feel, because they’ve never felt exactly this way before. But I’m going to do my best. Because I have to.