I began working for The Spectrum in the fall and had no idea what I was getting myself into. Being a creative person surrounded by all writers was a tough adjustment to make.
As you may have noticed, this paper is brimming with goodbye columns. Most of which are probably a bit sentimental or sappy, and justifiably so.
It should surprise no one that UB isn't considered a national powerhouse when it comes to sports. That may sound disappointing, but it's the truth, and it doesn't always have to be that way. In fact, I think UB is already on the way to becoming a solid athletics program, and the proof is just what I've seen and experienced over my four years here. Admittedly, I knew little about Buffalo's athletic programs coming into school, which says a lot from someone who follows sports religiously.
Since September I have been pretty much living a double life. I have been living at concerts at night, about four nights a week, and taking my honors economics and political science course load during the day while juggling five other jobs on the side.
I have to admit, I often have trouble doing this kind of thing. Politically charged rants or ironic social commentaries or media reviews or 45-page honors theses, sure, but heart-felt goodbyes are another thing entirely.
For last year I've been the shadowy voice of The Spectrum. Every issue, I've chronicled the changing tides of recent events and our opinion about this little slice of the universe we call home.
It's always the small things that make the biggest impression and stand out the most when it comes to fashion.
On Wednesday, Congress took steps to answer a question that typifies the changes of the modern world.
You know that one girl in fifth grade who went to sleep away camp every June, came back every September, and ranted about how much fun she had tubing in the lake and making s'mores by the camp fire?
It's 8 p.m. on Thursday, I sit down in front of my TV and wait. That's the basis of the NFL draft. Sitting and waiting. Fans sit down in front of their T.V.
This July, your student loans are going to get even more expensive. Currently, the interest rate that you'll pay on them after graduation is 3.4 percent.
I didn't decide to pursue higher education until November 2007 during my senior year of high school when I joined Veronica Labrador's Spanish 4 class.
I remember when I was transitioning from middle school to high school; every one of my teachers told me that high school was going to be so much more difficult.
Take a look at headlines these days and you'll probably be unable to tell what century you're in. Somehow, it's still acceptable to publicly advocate for ostracizing gay people.
Apparently $150 million doesn't buy what it used to. In the Red Sox case, it buys you the worst winning percentage in Major League Baseball over the last 40 games (.250) dating back to August of last year. Say what you want about the "chicken and beer scandal of 2011," but when all was said and done, the Red Sox lost their manager with the highest winning percentage in franchise history, and the general manager who helped bring two world series titles to Boston. Bobby Valentine took over as manager - much to the chagrin of the entire team and most of the fan base - and so far hasn't been the "spark" that was desperately needed. I vehemently hated the hiring of Bobby V, and still don't think he belongs in Boston.
The NHL playoffs this year have been as exciting as any other year in the sport's history. Great games, upset victories, and impressive plays have been the norm for this postseason, but another issue has taken the limelight. Instead of talking about the great hockey being played, the headlines are going to injuries, dirty hits, and violence.
This is the final sex column of the semester, so it's crucial to end with a bang. A bang with the girl you've been fantasizing about for quite some time, the most scandalous and potentially dangerous type - a bang behind your girlfriend's back. We've all heard the phrase: "once a cheater, always a
I was asked on Tuesday (April 24) to cover New York's Republican Primary elections here at UB (which, as it turns out, is its own district, at least when it comes to the Republican Primaries, evidently). The brief hard news article that I was supposed to write was never written, however. Why? Just one person voted, that's why.
It's a warzone out there, ladies. With the amount of thirst (see urbandictionary) growing in collegiate men's minds, it's important to have someone around to make sure you don't wake up the next morning ashamed, for vanity's sake at least. I'm not prominent in the night scene in Buffalo, but the handful of times I have ventured out into the mean streets of the Queen City I'm sure to have a girlfriend or two around. We watch shows like Jersey Shore and movies like I Love You, Man and it's plain to see that men have the art of courting pretty much figured out.
Welcome to The Spectrum's second-annual Commencement Issue! Not thrilled to be here? If you're a senior without definite post-UB plans, I don't blame you, because you'll soon be (if you're not already being) bombarded with insecurity by that most probing question: "What are you doing after graduation?" If you can't answer it, you shouldn't worry.
Solutions by The State News
