It was 7 p.m. in The Spectrum office last night. It was a typical Tuesday, with Jacklyn showing me how to click my heels in the air. I was making a complete fool of myself as Savanna took videos to document my progress, or lack thereof, and Tom and Brent sporadically cheered me on from their respective corners of the office.
I will never forget hearing the words “Profit is not a dirty word” early in my pharmacy education at the University at Buffalo. Now, many years later, it appears quite the opposite.
UB’s development partner, Brailsford & Dunlavey, came to the Student Union Wednesday to ask passing students what they would like to see in a future SU. This allowed not only Student Association members and faculty to give their input. We need more of this.
I made a snide remark about how I was lucky to get the parking spot I did. Since this was my first game, I thought it was a good, safe spot to park. I didn’t really think anything of it. About five minutes after I had made that remark, karma hit me.
The Student Association executive board and senators were disappointed with the tone of Friday’s senate meeting. So were we.
“Consider this your one favor from the United States; next time you will be removed.” OK, it’s not quite as dramatic as it sounds.
“Labor” is often associated with blue-collar industrial workers toiling away in factories, not instructors and students on university campuses. But the work that faculty, staff and students perform every day is essential labor, without which UB could not function.
Dear Mr. Krasinksi, We get it. You’re on your national tour looking for a place to film your highly anticipated “A Quiet Place” sequel. You’ll stop in Buffalo for about a week, shake a few restaurant owner’s hands, kiss a couple babies on the forehead and be on your way, never to be seen again.
“And with the 254th pick, the Arizona Cardinals select Caleb Wilson, a tight end from UCLA.” That was it. After three days and 254 picks, not one player from the University at Buffalo was drafted into the NFL.
Hello, teens! It’s us, Dan and Sarah. In our advanced age (We both graduated in 2018), we’ve decided to bestow some of our sweet, sweet post-grad wisdom in order to make sure you enjoyed your time here before you shake President Tripathi’s hand. And don’t worry, you’ll find out who Tripathi is eventually, we all did.
The first Spectrum came out in December, 1950. In it, our staff wrote that a campus newspaper must present “all the hues and facets” of important issues at UB. We don’t use the term “hues and facets” anymore, but we still have the same mission: to deliver news and information to the UB community.
Last week, we lost one of our own. Freshman Sebastian Serafin-Bazan died on April 17, six days after alleged hazing at the Sigma Pi fraternity in the University Heights. His roommates described him as a dedicated student. They no longer see his Post-It note reminding him of his goal to get a 4.0.
My hands were red and my legs were shaking. My phone was about to die, the subway was about to close and I had no ride home. As I screamed at the people behind me to stop pushing me toward the ground and held my hands forward, I heard the words, “‘Dreamlover,’ my favorite.” And then I see her, the queen of the Billboard charts, glowing in the Buffalo night. Mariah Carey was standing right in front of me.
When I was four years old, I told my teacher I wanted to be a Tin Man actor. Now I’m 23 and, well, an editorial role at The Spectrum is pretty dang close.
On Wednesday, former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice will be visiting our university as part of UB’s Distinguished Speaker Series. I will not be attending Secretary Rice’s speech as an audience member. Instead, I will be protesting her presence on campus as a “Distinguished Speaker” along with fellow members of UB’s chapter of the Young Democratic Socialists of America.
Racism can be loud and in your face, but it can also be quiet and not so obvious. If someone were to ask me what my racial dating preference was, I would say black.
UB President Satish Tripathi was quick to act Friday and suspended fraternity events for the immediate future. This was hours after 18-year-old Sebastian Serafin-Bazan was rushed to Buffalo General Medical Center Friday morning following possible hazing at Sigma Pi.
I almost passed out in the shower three days into my keto diet. I had a sore throat, nausea and a fever leading up to this. This is called the “keto flu.”
As I parked my bike outside of the SU, my mouth began to water thinking about my vegan breakfast: a plain nine-grain bagel and a black coffee from Tim Hortons. I stood in line to order and pat myself on the back saying my personal mantra, “Not all heroes wear capes.”
I am not a picky eater. During my childhood, the only food I struggled with was anything that was spicy. Now I don’t have problems with spicy food. But technically my body hates all food.
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