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Between utilizing my every last brain cell to decipher Kantian philosophy and feverishly skimming outdated textbooks, I realized I had forgotten how to love reading.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.
I stand with Colin Kaepernick in his protest of the American national anthem. I have stood with him since 2016 when he first sat then knelt to draw attention to systemic racial injustice and police brutality in the US against people of color dating back hundreds of years.
5:19 AM- We leave the house, 19 minutes behind schedule. I feel bad because yesterday my dad and I were talking about how we were going to leave at 5 AM sharp, unless the ladies slowed us down.
When I think of the working class and who really has their best interests at heart, a single name keeps crossing my mind and I can’t stop seeing their smiling face.
It’s not César Chávez, who organized migrant farm workers in California and Florida in the 1960s and 1970s.