All the laundry machines are taken, a professor cancels class with a note on the door, the weather is taking a turn for the better, the line at Moe's is too long, whatever issue a student has can be expressed and shared with 140 characters or less. The Twitter account @UBProblems was created in November as a place for students to voice their opinions about various problems and struggles amongst the UB community.
Well-groomed students wearing dark suits and polished shoes with portfolios in their hands lined up outside Edward L.
Ryan Adams took a break from canoeing when somebody called out excitedly. A group of dolphins appeared in the water not too far from his group and Adams, at the time a junior mechanical engineering major, dove into the water to swim towards them.
Matt Green remembers watching as his abusive father was repeatedly slammed into their front lawn by police officers. He remembers staring at five two-liter bottles that were full to the brim with his own vomit ? he'd glance at them between sets of curls, push-ups, and sit-ups.
The floor of the basement is sticky from beer and the black lights ? intended to create a club-like vibe ? illuminate two cobwebbed laundry machines positioned against a far wall. It's no ritzy nightclub, but to Zachary Goldstein, a freshman history major, it may as well be Madison Square Garden. Each night in the basement he makes his debut as a DJ, and though he is working for free, he has every intention of bringing down the (frat) house. Goldstein is not the only person whose interest in music ? specifically, electronic music ? has inspired him to give turntables a try.
She stared at herself in the mirror, disappointed in what she saw. She heard the voices of the popular girls of her high school in her head telling her that she was slutty and chubby ? that she didn't deserve to be on the cheerleading squad like the rest of them.
On Main Street last Friday night, a group of hulking men stood outside a bar. Their muscles bulged and their breath hung visibly in the cold air as they surveyed the scene: a long line of people against the building's side, most of them students with hopeful looks in their glassy, inebriated eyes. Suddenly, there was a commotion.