Low and behold, I found a footbridge almost exclusively used by staff who work in the buildings in the southwest corner of North Campus. We encountered a larger mess of bottles, cans, wrappers and those little white napkins and cups that have the bold blue letters on them.
Where I am right now, on this Tuesday afternoon, is on a train to Buffalo from Schenectady. My head is pounding, my body aches and I desperately need sleep. After everything I’ve gone through in the last day, I fully understand why I’m on this train. But what I am struggling with is comprehending how much my life has changed in just 24 hours.
When I woke up on May 21, I adamantly decided to wait to adopt another cat. I had no idea that I would end up with two kittens later that day.
Nineteen meal swipes never felt like enough for me. Whenever I go get chicken tenders at Fowl Play, I always want every sauce available, especially their famous “Boom Boom Sauce.” Sadly, that ends up costing extra.
“Free tuition for lower-income students.” Like many young teens in America in 2017, similar headlines filled me with excitement and hope for a future that never seemed possible. Growing up in a low-income, single-parent household, I didn’t see college as the natural next step in my life.
Being a college athlete can be extremely difficult. Each day I find myself giving more than 100% effort in my school work as well as softball.
We occasionally report on stories that aren’t always a positive reflection of this campus and our opinion page is always flooded with outspoken columns. We try to give a voice to as many students as we can. This is the way it should be, though. We’re doing our jobs when we inform the community and we’re doing our jobs when we keep you involved.
Every time I ask my friends not to say “n---a,” I get the following responses: “Oh, you know I didn’t mean it that way,” “It’s part of the song so relax" or “I’m a person of color, so it’s OK.”
Hi class of 2023, welcome to my crib. I mean, welcome to your student newspaper.
Note: This column contains sensitive content about sexual assault which may be triggering. Taylor sat in the front seat of her mom’s car, singing her heart. The radio wasn’t even playing, she was just genuinely happy.
220 newspapers. 144 weeks. Four years. One ambitious and enthusiastic English major looking to find a voice in a campus large enough to be its own city we call UB. One ambitious and enthusiastic English major looking to find a voice in a campus large enough to be its own city we call UB. I walked into The Spectrum office the first day of my freshman year.
Last week Wednesday, May 1, the officers of the seven student governments were emailed regarding a meeting with the committee conducting an administrative review of SBI (“the University”). The date was set for this Monday, May 5, at 10 a.m., with no input from student government leaders, with a meeting following at 11 a.m. for Sub-Board I leadership, which the university refused to reschedule.
Faculty Student Association (FSA), the fiscal agent UB recommends student governments move our accounts to, recently had over $300,000 embezzled by FSA board member, Dennis Black, and FSA currently owes SBI approximately $1.5 million. Multiple members of the review committee are also on the FSA board which might be one reason that that committee only presented and contemplated one option during their investigation –– the elimination of SBI.
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.
Solutions by The State News
