It was the first day of the semester, and Fordham’s student body was buzzing with excitement. After surviving a global pandemic, multiple campus shutdowns, and countless Zoom lectures, everyone anticipated the return of a normal Fordham experience.
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I never thought I’d be so captivated with the TikToker community’s middle school-esque drama, but here we are.
As a female student-athlete, I’ve always seen double standards between men’s and women’s sports. In most cases, male athletes always seem to garner more attention and clout, while female athletes get pushed to the side. While this isn’t necessarily male athletes’ fault, I just wish that female athletes got more attention on a national scale.
Say their names. Delaina Ashley Yaun, 33; Xiaojie Tan, 49; Daoyou Feng, 44; Paul Andre Michels, 54; Soon C. Park, 74; Hyun J. Grant, 51; Suncha Kim, 69; and Yong A. Yue, 63.
By Taylor Mascetta At long last, Taylor Swift has started to gradually release her highly-anticipated…
The city of Danbury, Connecticut holds a very special place in my heart, considering the fact that I’ve lived there my entire life. Therefore, when I was doing my daily scroll through Vulture’s website last week, I had to do a double take upon seeing its name in the headlines.
Like Aang on his glider, Netflix swooped in releasing all three seasons of “Avatar: The Last Airbender.” The release of the beloved show saved fans from quarantine induced despair.
Well… what exactly did we expect?
Over the course of an unprecedented five-month quarantine, college students across America waited with bated breath for news about whether campuses would reopen or not for the Fall 2020 semester.
In an advert preceding peanut company Planters’ annual Super
Bowl commercial, the famous legume found himself, along with actors
Matt Walsh and Wesley Snipes, in a sticky situation that no one
expected or really wanted to see.
I’m not exaggerating when I say this—the acclaimed “Hunger Games” trilogy, despite being about the oppressive nature of a tyrannical government and kids killing each other in a sadistic televised tournament—absolutely defined my middle school years. When I say I was obsessed, I was obsessed. I read the first two books hundreds of times. (We don’t talk about “Mockingjay.” It did not happen . . . still emotionally scarred.) I invented backstories for every single tribute in the 74th Games through at least six poorly written Quotev fanfics. I pledged to ship Cato and Clove until the day I die and entered a state of depression when I discovered their love story was completely erased from the movies (still salty). Katniss Everdeen was my hero and I am in love with Finnick Odair to this day. I clearly remember that, at an eighth-grade pool party, my friends and I played Categories and my first question was: “Who’s your favorite movie character?” I leaped into the pool and screamed “Clove!” and everyone judged me for liking the knife girl. That illustrates the severity of my obsession.
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