Last week, I stumbled upon a 1993 editorial cartoon in The Spectrum. It depicted the burial of student radio. The tombstone read “student-run stations.” Underneath, a caption: “administrators’ plans for college radio.”
Alright seniors, it’s that time of year! Our partying days are slowly fading behind us and now’s our chance to show off our degrees. What better way to say, “hey, I’m an adult” than a clever Graduation cap? Nothing.
Roughly two years ago, then-UB Vice President Dennis Black plead guilty to grand larceny and stealing $320,000 in state funds. And just Monday, UB administrators decided that the same nonprofit which he used as his personal piggy bank should be the fiscal agent of student governments and hold millions of student dollars. How about no.
On Aug. 26, 2015, my dad introduced me to my future best friend, Anika Tabassum. Yes, an arranged friendship.
Sub-Board needed to go. Its services should not. During undergrad, I worked for Sub-Board I, Inc. for four years. That place is a bureaucratic and organizational nightmare, a mismanaged entity from a bygone era.
It was 7 p.m. in The Spectrum office last night. It was a typical Tuesday, with Jacklyn showing me how to click my heels in the air. I was making a complete fool of myself as Savanna took videos to document my progress, or lack thereof, and Tom and Brent sporadically cheered me on from their respective corners of the office.
I will never forget hearing the words “Profit is not a dirty word” early in my pharmacy education at the University at Buffalo. Now, many years later, it appears quite the opposite.
UB’s development partner, Brailsford & Dunlavey, came to the Student Union Wednesday to ask passing students what they would like to see in a future SU. This allowed not only Student Association members and faculty to give their input. We need more of this.
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.
The Student Association executive board and senators were disappointed with the tone of Friday’s senate meeting. So were we.
“Consider this your one favor from the United States; next time you will be removed.” OK, it’s not quite as dramatic as it sounds.
“Labor” is often associated with blue-collar industrial workers toiling away in factories, not instructors and students on university campuses. But the work that faculty, staff and students perform every day is essential labor, without which UB could not function.
Dear Mr. Krasinksi, We get it. You’re on your national tour looking for a place to film your highly anticipated “A Quiet Place” sequel. You’ll stop in Buffalo for about a week, shake a few restaurant owner’s hands, kiss a couple babies on the forehead and be on your way, never to be seen again.
“And with the 254th pick, the Arizona Cardinals select Caleb Wilson, a tight end from UCLA.” That was it. After three days and 254 picks, not one player from the University at Buffalo was drafted into the NFL.
Hello, teens! It’s us, Dan and Sarah. In our advanced age (We both graduated in 2018), we’ve decided to bestow some of our sweet, sweet post-grad wisdom in order to make sure you enjoyed your time here before you shake President Tripathi’s hand. And don’t worry, you’ll find out who Tripathi is eventually, we all did.
The first Spectrum came out in December, 1950. In it, our staff wrote that a campus newspaper must present “all the hues and facets” of important issues at UB. We don’t use the term “hues and facets” anymore, but we still have the same mission: to deliver news and information to the UB community.
Last week, we lost one of our own. Freshman Sebastian Serafin-Bazan died on April 17, six days after alleged hazing at the Sigma Pi fraternity in the University Heights. His roommates described him as a dedicated student. They no longer see his Post-It note reminding him of his goal to get a 4.0.
My hands were red and my legs were shaking. My phone was about to die, the subway was about to close and I had no ride home. As I screamed at the people behind me to stop pushing me toward the ground and held my hands forward, I heard the words, “‘Dreamlover,’ my favorite.” And then I see her, the queen of the Billboard charts, glowing in the Buffalo night. Mariah Carey was standing right in front of me.
When I was four years old, I told my teacher I wanted to be a Tin Man actor. Now I’m 23 and, well, an editorial role at The Spectrum is pretty dang close.
On Wednesday, former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice will be visiting our university as part of UB’s Distinguished Speaker Series. I will not be attending Secretary Rice’s speech as an audience member. Instead, I will be protesting her presence on campus as a “Distinguished Speaker” along with fellow members of UB’s chapter of the Young Democratic Socialists of America.
Solutions by The State News
