The continued success of Applebee’s and Chipotle shows us that members of the Fordham community are craving that intimate, personalized relationship that such restaurants provide. An Olive Garden will continue to realize this tradition.
Finally, if all else fails, and nerds do escape from Queen’s Court, we would need to target their laptop computers in order to hinder their nerdy capabilities. Simple DDoS attacks would not suffice to disabling them, as they would certainly have retroactive cell-connection failsafes. No, we would need to brazenly hack past their firewalls into their computer’s mainframes. Initiating green code theta programs and binary distruports would ensure their software run time would lag behind ours. Ensuring that our hackers have accelerated net code will be the final nail in the coffin for those damn nerds.
“You’re wasting your time.” These are the words I hear from my roommate every Monday and Thursday as I get ready to go to my Latin class. And every time she says these words I scream, “NO, I’M NOT.” While part of the reason I scream at her is that I am being defensive, the other reason for my screaming is simply because I believe that learning a dead language is useful. Yes, you read that right. Learning Latin is useful. Before all the modern language majors and minors storm at me in rage, let me explain to you why I think everyone should study Latin.
Hello friendships. So, the fall season has descended upon us (God bless amiright) AND DON’T THINK I’M NOT A FAN. But y’all know it ain’t officially fall until you get yourself a sexy-ass gourd, so you best be gettin’ on that; that shit is necessary, let me tell you.
Hey, Father McShane: Stop Attaching Importance to Meaningless University Rankings
In addressing our porous borders, President Trump, as well as many of our political epoch’s conservative luminaries, notably Tucker Carlson, remind us that this situation is not merely an issue of integration nor of national security. Here, in the age of Amazon and the Juul, immigrants integrate faster than ever, and terrorist attacks are more likely to come from native men who cannot get laid rather than from foreigners.
As many people know, making friends is one of the earliest challenges any college student faces, but when you do find that core group of friends it is amazing. Imagine this scenario: you have formed a solid trio of inseparable friends.
This summer, Starbucks announced their plan to go straw-less by 2020 with the help of new, sippy cup-style lids made of a plastic called polypropylene. Here’s the issue: they contain more plastic than ordinary lids, so the new packaging is only beneficial if the cups actually make it to the recycling bin.
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.
Between utilizing my every last brain cell to decipher Kantian philosophy and feverishly skimming outdated textbooks, I realized I had forgotten how to love reading. Just as the U.S. education system sucks the joy out of learning, forcing students to extrinsically memorize material over actually understanding it, reading became exhausting. In an effort to remind myself that reading isn’t a laborious task, but rather something to be enjoyed, I read a book per week this summer.