It's the memories ? not the education ? that make college a worthwhile experience. My freshman year feels like just yesterday, and it was a great precursor to the last four years. Pritchard, MacDonald and Schoellkopf Halls all look better from the outside, and that's not saying much.
Thursday was our last day in The Spectrum office. I walked in to the office around 11 a.m. to find my desk decorated, topped with flowers, chocolate and a letter from next year's News Desk. To be honest, I was baffled.
This past Sunday, thousands of area Catholics attended mass to honor the death and rising of their savior, Jesus Christ. Thousands of other Catholics did not attend the same services. According to a story that ran in The Buffalo News, the estimated number of Catholics in the Buffalo area dropped 12.7 percent between 2000 and 2010?a drop four times greater than the region's general population loss during those years. In addition, the number of Catholics registered at parishes within the diocese fell by 19 percent. What do those numbers mean and why have they so rapidly declined? According to the same story in The Buffalo News, no one "has a good handle" on how many nominal Catholics are in the Western New York area, but Sister Regina Murphy, director of research and planning for the Diocese of Buffalo, said it's a huge number.
The 2012 Presidential race may turn out to be the most interesting episode of The Apprentice ever. Donald Trump has created a media firestorm in recent weeks by going on nearly every major network and talking about what he would do as president.
Dear Editor, After reading the recent articles regarding both the salary our new president earns and the methods by which the University at Buffalo pays him, I am inclined to ask, "Where's the beef?" I mean honestly, who cares? First, I need to address the amount that the University at Buffalo is paying our new President.
It's been two years since President Obama ordered the detention center at Guantanamo Bay to be closed.
Reporters flood war-torn countries to do the job that few others are brave enough to do. They cross borders, aware of the risk to their lives, in a selfless attempt to get the story so that the international community may read about the conflict over morning coffee. On Wednesday, the crack of sniper fire and the hum of battle absorbed the sound of a rocket-propelled grenade fired on a Tripoli Street in Misrata, Libya.
For a public school, our university is getting awfully private. After a dimly lit presidential search spearheaded by billionaire Jeremy Jacobs, we now have a new president and the same old problems.
Trust is not given. It is earned. Undoubtedly Dr. Tripathi, Chancellor Zimpher, President Emeritus Simpson, SUNY Board of Trustees Chairman Hayden, and the other dignitaries in the room during Monday's Board of Trustees meeting felt uncomfortable at the presence of twelve students who stood in awkward silence, gagged with tape, observing the proceedings.
It's been a year since the Deepwater Horizon oil rig exploded off the coast of Louisiana, and if you were to listen to BP things sound just peachy on the Gulf Coast. Like the soil of the Louisiana marshes, however, a little digging uncovers something very ugly.
Dear Editor: After feeling disgusted all day, I felt that I had to write to this paper in order to express my opinion.
I've seen evidence of this problem over a trillion times and I know that each time someone does it a billion babies die and a bunch of rednecks marry their trucks.
This isn't exactly something that a free credit report can fix.
Dear Editor: I'm writing to congratulate The Spectrum for two superb investigative articles last week.
Since 2000, the estimated number of Western New York Catholics has dropped 12.7 percent, which is more than four times larger than the area's population loss in the same time, according to The Buffalo News.
What U.S. politicians don't seem to realize, as they argue and argue over what to do with the 172 detainees at the Guant
As you can read elsewhere in this paper, in an article written by a brilliant writer, there is such a thing as a gap year.
As I slowly walk up to the doors of the University at Buffalo Bookstore, dragging my feet on the ground, a somber pout on my face, I can feel my stomach tied in a huge knot.
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