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There is finally an answer for people who have problems with overeating, smoking, addiction, and lack of exercise. That answer is hypnosis. Don't laugh or stop reading; this is serious.
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There is finally an answer for people who have problems with overeating, smoking, addiction, and lack of exercise. That answer is hypnosis. Don't laugh or stop reading; this is serious.
This Friday, students, faculty and staff have the opportunity to battle teenage suicide by attending a fashion show.
For students who are tired of seeing cigarette butts littering the ground, have friends and relatives that are looking to quit smoking, or are simply curious about tobacco and its effects, there is light at the end of the smoke-filled tunnel.
It was 1996, and while many of the readers of this column were starting kindergarten, I was beginning the first year of my first attempt at college. I was also beginning my first year as a smoker.
How many students have looked at a pile of recyclables and thought of the many different outfits they could make with those bags, papers, and bottles?
Any student that has attended the University at Buffalo for more than a couple weeks and has heeded the call of nature at least once can agree that the bathrooms here are in a sorry state.
It was once very difficult for Muslim students to follow a strict Muslim diet because of the limited choice of places to eat on campus. Now, however, there is a halaal option at Putnam's.
Forget seatbelts, let the kids fly free in the back seat, and chug that beer while you barrel down the road; just don't touch that cell phone in your pocket.
In a world filled with hard science, dry theses, and boring lectures, there is a ray of hope.
A cramped bus, little sleep, sunburn and a crowd that was so packed it didn't leave enough room for me to scratch my nose may not seem like a great combination. However, it all came together for one of the best events of my life.
It turns out that good things can happen in the basement of a church.
I was there Monday night, on the fourth floor, when the Clemens' fire alarm started blaring, telling us to get out of the building. This, however, was not the most alarming thing about the event.
Wednesday kicks off the first of five bazaars encouraging UB students to appreciate diversity.