I still remember the first Major League Baseball game I went to. I was eight years old and the Nats were playing the Phillies. I can’t remember if they won or not, but one thing I know for sure is since that day, I have loved watching baseball.
When I first read Mr. Newkirk’s piece, I thought it was a troll. It drips with the unwarranted smugness of conservative pundits like Ben Shapiro. It loudly proclaims its ignorance of the subject, while at the same time denouncing its critics as “historically illiterate,” and parades opinions as fact.
In fourteen hundred ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Many of us have read, or even recited portions of the Columbus Day Poem in elementary school. And many of us did so proudly and confidently. Unfortunately, a lot has changed since we’ve been in elementary school.
My name is Julia Delorimiere and I am an undergraduate at UB. I am a member of the St. Regis Mohawk tribe of the Six Nations and I am a proud Indigenous student. After reading the highly offensive piece in regards to Columbus Day, I couldn’t help but to feel a great deal of sadness and anger.
Christopher Columbus should not be celebrated, and that’s not a matter of debate. I am currently sitting on colonized Haudenosaunee land. And you might be too.
After another loss that comes from missed field goals, fans are not happy. The football team has been plagued with missed field goals, and something needs to change.
On Thursday afternoon, a man with no known UB affiliation stood in the spine for roughly three hours shouting xenophobic and homophobic opinions. This quickly garnered the attention of roughly 150 students, with large crowds filing around him in between classes.
I remember clear as day the way he looked at me. Precisely the way no girl wants to be looked at, especially by a 50-year-old married man. He didn’t see me. He saw a young, naive girl he thought he would be able to have his way with.
October is here! With it comes creepy vibes, falling leaves and the beginning of another season of massacring animals. Although it was once a necessary part of progression and preservation of human life, hunting has evolved into the needlessly cruel annihilation of wildlife.
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 moved to Buffalo in January from tropical paradise in Singapore. Of course I was in for a rude awakening, what else could I have expected? I knew Buffalo was not going to be as big, advanced or as happening as Singapore or even my hometown of Hyderabad, India but I didn’t think it would be this boring and slow.
This letter remains in the shape it was sent in and has not been altered.
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.
We are almost three weeks away from the unofficial start of the UB Bulls basketball season (an exhibition against Daemen). And a quick glance at this season’s schedule –– posted earlier this month –– will tell you that Buffalo didn’t schedule any top-tier teams like it did last year and there aren’t a lot of tough teams on the schedule, either. Last year, if they hadn’t won the MAC, the Bulls were probably in as an at-large. This season, unless they run the table and win every game, it’s highly unlikely that they’ll have this opportunity again. It’s MAC or bust.
Buffalo has no living residents, at least that’s what you would assume browsing anything related to UB. Think “A Quiet Place 2” except there’s no John Krasinksi, in fact, there’s nobody at all. But who needs ‘em, right? At least we have white columns, bricks from the 1980s and decades-old infrastructure.
I have been to many gorgeous places throughout my life: Saguaro National Park, the National Seashore in Cape Cod, the National Buffalo Wing Festival, but nothing is prettier to me than UB’s North Campus.
When faced with a difficult decision, fraternity has taught us to live with integrity, stand up for our beliefs, and respect everyone’s rights. It has also shown us why the University at Buffalo needs strong student leadership.
I was about 12 years old, when “Super Bass” came on. Instantly, I was allured by the song. My body started involuntarily jumping around to the music. And after a few verses, I caught on to a few repeated phrases. Soon enough, two preteens were screaming the lyrics, parading down the sidewalk.
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.
As a Buffalo Bandette, I’ve danced at the KeyBank Center countless times, but this time was different. I walked into an arena with no lacrosse players, no turf and more lights than I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And the experience was one I will never forget: dancing on stage with New Kids on the Block.
Solutions by The State News
