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In the spring semester of his freshman year, David Eve found himself returning from a callback “sobbing his little heart out.”
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In the spring semester of his freshman year, David Eve found himself returning from a callback “sobbing his little heart out.”
Movie: “Turning Red”
When I first realized I was a lesbian, a mounting weight lifted off my chest. It was one that I hadn’t even known existed until it was gone, a crushing pain of knowledge that had laid out of reach for so long.
A trove of international literary treasure resides on the fourth floor of Capen Hall:
With a plethora of prosthetic penises, a gun-slinging granny and the best musical rendition of “Holding Out For a Hero” since “Shrek 2,” “Euphoria’s” sophomore season started and ended with a bang… literally.
From domestic violence to bullying and suicide, UB’s International Fiesta has been a platform for UB’s cultural organizations to bring awareness to pressing social issues through the art of dance.
Movie: “Uncharted”
Robert George doesn’t believe in the paranormal.
Album: Laurel Hell
I couldn’t sleep.
As the lights die down on the stage, audience members cannot help but wonder what is about to take place. The objects around the stage seem to have no connection, and the confusion is only amplified when the actors run onto the stage wearing vastly different outfits.
Clad in groovy glasses and retro outfits, the singers overwhelm the stage with good vibes and funky dances, every moment and accessory touched with personal flair.
It’s Week 11 of the semester.
Movie: “Spencer”
Album: Blue Bannisters
From the basement to the ceiling, the CFA teems with art.
The Student Union’s Flag Room is alive with movement. Swaths of richly dyed fabric sweep through the air as the crowd moves in circles, spinning their bodies in time with the thrumming music. Bare feet patter against the floor. Hands are in constant motion, clapping and weaving rhythmically. Laughter and cries of glee flood the area.
There’s a room with hot pink walls. It’s secluded from the noise of the crowd, naked except for a black gaming chair, a pedestal fixed with primary colored buttons and a TV screen exploding in kaleidoscope-esque designs.
When Kaylie Brinkman began her freshman year at UB, she considered herself bashful and found it hard to “be the person I wanted to be, to speak out loud.”
The new season means cold nights, bitter winds and rainy days.