On Wednesday afternoon the Milwaukee Bucks and the Orlando Magic were set to play in game 5 in the first round of the NBA Eastern Conference Playoffs.
Before I began my pursuit of journalism … actually, scratch that. During my first-ever interview in February 2012, a source gave me the greatest advice I could ever use. “Life is about dealing with all situations in moderation,” he said. “Whether you’re a celebrity, a teacher or just a guy with a shovel in his hand, digging a ditch.”
Eighteen-year-old eyes. A future in business. It was all the luggage I needed for Grandpa’s 2005 Kia. And close to 300 miles later, some of the first mist I got on that luggage came from exiting that old car, too.
I never had a chance to make The Spectrum office the home it could have been. Usually, these types of columns are a place where I should say “things didn’t turn out how I planned them, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” But that’s simply not true.
I never thought that one day in March, sitting in Capen with my friend since middle school, would define so much of the rest of my college experience. I never thought I would be walking into a news office, excited to get a job with my extreme lack of experience and interest in writing.
Like many people, I have a hard time getting out of bed without browsing social media for far too long first. This includes Instagram, Reddit, Facebook (for five seconds before I realize what I’m doing and close the app) and my least favorite: Twitter.
It showed an image of my church, the title reading, “Williamsville church holds Holy Thursday Mass despite stay at home order.” Confusion set in. “This must be a mistake,” I thought. I clicked the link and couldn’t believe my eyes.
States like Georgia and Tennessee plan on reopening businesses and loosening social distancing guidelines by next week. But some athletes are already ahead of the game. Instead of throwing a ball around, a handful of professional athletes are throwing caution to the wind.
My life revolves around sports, so it’s becoming more and more difficult to find things to keep myself occupied. The only TV I watch is sports, the only conversations I have with my dad and my brother are sports (to my mom’s disdain), the only Twitter accounts I follow are sports-related, the only pictures I have in my room are sports memorabilia and I want to pursue a career in sports journalism, so without sports I’m lost.
I never anticipated writing this one. Last week, as Gov. Cuomo moved SUNY schools to a “distance-learning” model for the remainder of the semester in response to the coronavirus, our staff had to make a decision.
We don’t typically associate rape culture with college athletics. But maybe we should. Harvey Weinstein. Larry Nassar. R. Kelly. Bill Cosby. We have finally turned our ears to the cries of their countless victims. But the #MeToo movement is bigger than the individuals. We ignore the system that allowed these men to commit countless sexual offenses, vandalize the lives of their victims and leave countless people damaged, scarred and traumatized. This same system serves as the foundation of college athletics.
I used to be a proponent of the UB Curriculum. As a former pre-med student, the chance to take a few English and Music courses while also pursuing psychiatry seemed ideal and a step above what I assumed regular general education programs would be like. But I misunderstood.
Today, we are at the peak of the women’s equality movement. More women are in political office than ever before and women’s rights are a constant conversation. It’s no secret women are on the rise and these successes are due to strong women defying the odds, both big and small.
I was always the resident fat girl, and I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t trying to get rid of that title. So, coming into my second semester of my freshman year (spring 2018), I decided to start living a healthier lifestyle.
I woke up on Friday expecting “Jesus is King” to be available on Spotify. Instead, I woke up to various music publications announcing Kanye West’s failure to release on time.
UB Fall Fest’s reputation used to extend past the boundaries of campus. Students who attended UB in 2012 had access to see J. Cole, Childish Gambino and French Montana take the stage all in the same night for no cost –– other than the student activity fee that is already part of their bill.
Every time I ask my friends not to say “n---a,” I get the following responses: “Oh, you know I didn’t mean it that way,” “It’s part of the song so relax" or “I’m a person of color, so it’s OK.”
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.
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.
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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