Nothing elicits a “bruh” more than running into construction on one’s daily commute. Since the beginning of the school year, a flurry of heavy machinery, fluorescent vests, and fences have been all around Fordham University’s Rose Hill campus. Truly, chaos reigns supreme when it comes to McGinley center, Collins Hall, and Walsh Library, where construction workers mill about, the road can be blocked off, and all assortments of jackhammers and clanging can be heard.
the paper sits down and gets real with one of its alumni. By Lauren Duca…
How hard do you think it would be to find a yellow turtleneck? Whatever you think the answer is, I’m here to tell you that it’s much, much harder.
On Thursday, Oct. 17, Fordham’s Humanitarian Student Union (HSU) and Nuclear Age Peace Foundation hosted a panel of foreign policy experts and activists to discuss global denuclearization and the Treaty on the Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons (TPNW).
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.