Christmas music gets a bad ‘wrap’
By REILLY MULLEN | Nov. 16, 2021I love Christmas music. I listen to it year-round. My friends groan when they get into my car in July and Sia’s “Candy Cane Lane” is blasting from my speakers.
I love Christmas music. I listen to it year-round. My friends groan when they get into my car in July and Sia’s “Candy Cane Lane” is blasting from my speakers.
College has taught me that everyone is going through something — and that more often than not, we don’t have the slightest clue.
As time flies by, I can’t help but notice the different paths my friends have taken. With every passing year, we’ve all matured into someone wiser — but have also grown further apart.
The UB Curriculum can and should be heavily critiqued, from its imbalanced requirements between STEM and non-STEM degrees, to its failure to deliver on the ways a UB Seminar will benefit you.
Five years ago, as I readied to go to school one morning, I had a major problem.
I love being young. That may seem unusual, but I love having a fully functioning body, non-graying hair (although with my genetic luck, that will be short-lived) and the promise of endless possibilities.
Excitement quickly turned to panic among the thousands of fans gathered in Oklahoma City’s Paycom Arena to watch an NBA matchup between the local Thunder and Utah Jazz last March.
Every UB student has a goose story. Maybe you almost hit a goose driving to class because it wouldn’t get out of the road. Maybe a particularly aggressive goose built its nest outside of your dorm building a few years back
Geese-haters are hypocrites. Everything that students get mad at the geese for, they do themselves.
In late August, I arrived at Buffalo Niagara International Airport with two luggage-filled bags and loads of anticipation.
In the fall of eighth grade, Friday nights meant eating too much popcorn, attempting new makeup looks and secretly watching Mean Girls in my best friend’s basement. My friends and I talked for hours about boys who didn’t know we existed, discussed Halloween costume ideas and stalked celebrities on social media accounts our parents didn’t know we had. It was my turn to receive a makeover, and all was well — until one girl scrolled onto a post about National Hispanic Heritage Month.
Conference realignment is a cycle that always seems to repeat itself. It doesn’t always have a predictable timetable, nor does it always make sense. But when conferences shift, everything changes.
Screams fill the trenches on a recent Friday night in August.
I was eating lunch with a colleague last Tuesday when I received one of the worst texts of my life: “Norm is dead,” my friend texted me.
For years, whenever I would talk about adulthood, my family and older peers would instantly shut me down.
We’ve all been affected by the mental health crisis in personal and profound ways. Maybe it’s a roommate, or a friend, or a family member, or a colleague, or one’s self, but everyone on campus knows somebody who is just trying to make it through the day.
On behalf of the entire staff of The Spectrum, we are delighted to welcome you to campus as the new vice president for student life. It’s an exciting time for our university, as we emerge from this pandemic stronger and more resilient than before.
Wednesday marked the start of a new, dark era for women’s rights in The Lone Star State.