"Frozen in the past, thawed in the present "
By SAMAYA ABDUS-SALAAM | Aug. 26, 2014Spectrum File Photo It?s 12:30 a.m. ? my unofficial curfew. I was supposed to be home.
Spectrum File Photo It?s 12:30 a.m. ? my unofficial curfew. I was supposed to be home.
Spectrum File Photo As an international student, I have had a complicated relationship with UB.
Spectrum File Photo The University at Buffalo has roughly 20,000 undergraduates. Making every single student happy with a music festival featuring only two or three acts is impossible. A democratic system in which every student of the University votes for their desired ?fest? artists would be a logistical nightmare.
Spectrum File Photo The colorful ink flashing from flyers that speckle bulletin boards in the Student Union advertising events, films and open apartments only merit a glance as I?m on the hunt for decent coffee.
After I graduated from high school, almost all my friends were raring to get out of town and onto campus, eyes sparkling and heart pounding.
Spectrum File Photo The final issue of The Spectrum last semester was filled with moving ?goodbye? columns from graduating editors or those returning home.
Spectrum File Photo I was standing in a sea of 8,000 naked people. I?m not into anything freaky.
Dramatic change is in store for the Buffalo Board of Education. But as the newly elected members of the board settled into their seats on July 1, they joined a group still recovering from a nearly two-month transitional period mired in disagreement and debate. Buffalo?s Board of Education, which oversees policy-making for the city?s public schools, held its election May 6 to fill three of nine positions on the board.
In The Spectrum?s final issue of the 2013-14 school year, managing editor Lisa Khoury exposed a dangerous and unchecked phenomenon occurring just minutes away from UB?s South Campus.
Spectrum File Photo I learned a lot in my first two years of college: theories of communication, the acting methods of Stanislavski, and that time management is an extremely important tool to utilize. Somewhere during the semesters, I also familiarized myself with the art of packing. The numerous trips between home and school taught me how to better handle my over packing issues.
I didn't like it here at first. In fact, I tried to leave. Before I even finished a semester at UB, I applied to transfer to the Coast Guard Academy. I remember walking around campus thinking, This is the hardest thing I have ever done. I don't know if I was homesick or depressed, but I certainly wasn't happy.
This may be the last time anything I write receives more than 10 views. The pressure to produce intelligent yet creative content is so far above the ground that I've decided to do something The Spectrum usually does not allow me to do because it's just so unoriginal. For my final piece, I will provide you with a list of clichés I believe are mandatory to live by. Never judge a book by its cover. You'll never truly know that "weird" girl in your chemistry class if you don't give her a chance to show you she's not simply a label you branded her with in your head.
"What does The Spectrum mean to you?" If you had asked me two years ago, I probably would have told you it was just a way to pass time while I try to figure out what I am doing with my life. If you asked me a year ago, I probably would have said it was a résumé builder that would give me a little experience in a field I was kind of interested in. But, now, with no papers left and my undergraduate career over, it means so much more. I have already come to terms with the fact that there is no way I can even come close to verbalizing how much this place means to me. Yes, I know the irony of a journalist at a loss of words is absurd, but that isn't a testament to the skills I've learned here.
I thought I was ready to come to UB after graduating from community college. I thought that by going to a school that was six hours away from home, I would be happy.
The school year is coming to a close, graduates are making their way to the stage and summer days are approaching.
There's a street corner that sits 100 yards from my home in Henrietta, N.Y. Every day, from my elementary years to my last day of high school, I walked or sprinted those 100 yards to catch my bus.
At the end of the 2012 fall semester, I decided to leave The Spectrum. I wanted to try new things and branch out.
Have you ever wanted to just leave? I mean, seriously just pack your suitcases and uproot your life?
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