If I had to describe the American side of my family in one scene from a TV show, it would definitely be from “Desperate Housewives” season four episode 14.
Mental health carries a long series of symptoms that can be different for everyone. However, sometimes people not personally dealing with a mental health diagnosis themselves can dictate recovery options or advice, despite having no degree or experience.
Oh, Florida! Land of sunshine and sea spray, with your miles of beaches and acres of swamp, how I have loved your climate in times both warm and slightly less warm. The bountiful depths of your balmy seas are perturbed only by visiting vagabond hurricanes; your peaceful air troubled only by the wind of mosquito wings; your clouds are as lofty and gray as the pristine God himself. For all the trouble you cause, we love you more and more ardently.
Check out ESPN’s website when you have a moment. I want to show you something.
“I’m so OCD” is a phrase you can hear when someone is tidying up a mess.
My Preview counselor did a great job of laying out a roadmap for being a UF student. She told me about what college will be like going forward: how I’d build a work ethic and collegiate-level study habits, find a group of friends that I’d keep for a lifetime and develop myself professionally and spiritually. Preview readies you for changes you’ll see to your student persona. What it can never prepare you for is seeing your hometown change right out from underneath you.
Weekends are often seen as a time to relax, hang out or get caught up on homework.
Good on you, George Hill.
Legal or not, sports gambling is everywhere.
UF got a black eye over the weekend when black students were aggressively forced out of their strolls while walking during graduation. Strolls, in case you aren’t familiar, are traditional, celebratory dances that originated with historically black Greek organizations. They’re a lot more meaningful than the usual dabs that we often see.
I have an Alligator ‘a’ tattooed on my right forearm, and many of my friends and family thought it was a terrible idea. But it’s been about a year and a half since I got that bulky black ‘a’ sewn into my skin forever, and just yesterday, I looked down at it while showering and thought, “Man, this was a great idea.”
Who the hell are you?
This is supposed to be the moment where I look back at my time at The Alligator and reflect.
A dime holed up inside a pocket of his pants was the only thing my grandfather carried with him the day he left Cuba.
May 5th marks the end of my journey at UF, but it also marks the beginning of my unexpected journey here.
For someone who considers the written word much easier to compose than the spoken one, this goodbye column was surprisingly difficult to complete.
My father had barely parked his car before I opened the passenger door and just about flew to the glass storefront. From outside E-Z Tennis, I could see my prize hanging behind clustered racks of athletic apparel.
I’ve never been good at goodbyes. I much prefer a quick hug and a “see-you-later” to a drawn-out adieu. It’s not because I’m not emotional; on the contrary, it’s because I’m afraid I’ll start to weep as soon as I meet your eyes with that “Well, this is it” look we’ve all seen before.
Happy Monday, dear readers. That sentence holds a lot of weight for me because this is the last time I will be writing it in a column in this paper.
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