Making the invisible visible
By Sophie Feinberg | May 19, 2018Weekends are often seen as a time to relax, hang out or get caught up on homework.
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.
Earth Day was this past Sunday. Across the country, children drew Earth on paper plates while learning to reduce, reuse and recycle.
More will be accomplished on our campus in the next few days than in any other week of the entire year. Thousands of papers, projects and exams will be completed, and more than 10,000 UF degrees will be conferred. This is the time of year when all of us experience the greatest stress and joy.
It was revealed this past week that the new mobile version of Fortnite is reeling in $2 million a day, usurping the insanely lucrative Candy Crush and Pokemon Go. If you’ve been living under a rock the last two months and do not know what Fortnite is, I will do my best to explain it here.
You know those events that happen around the same time every year? As my second year at UF comes to a close, I’ve started to get a sense of when the yearly events happen around here.
A funny thing happened during Tuesday night’s baseball game between Florida and Jacksonville.
It was nearly dusk when I arrived, stepped out of my dad’s Nissan Sentra and inhaled the scent of high expectations.