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As I enter my junior year, I am on the cusp of finishing my last two laps before victory — graduation. Yet, when I look in the rearview mirror, I can already see what I'll be leaving behind.
The Independent Florida Alligator is looking for its next team of reporters, editors, photographers and more for the Spring semester.
In all the movies I’ve seen about college, classes have always seemed so magical. I imagined myself sitting in a lecture hall surrounded by classmates and listening to my professor teach as I took notes.
The end of Fall semester means the holidays are coming, and flu season is here.
My past travels and friendships across cultures inspired me to pursue this path, and with all my work documents submitted, everything seemed conclusive. What could go wrong? Well, everything — only because of my birthplace of Puerto Rico.
In a world saturated with sexual narratives, the absence of sexual desire can be perplexing. But asexuality, defined as having little to no sexual attraction or sexual desire, is a valid sexual orientation that is frequently neglected in public and professional conversations, making it an "invisible orientation.”
After a long week filled with two exams and countless assignments, it would be an understatement to say I was excited to see my parents. Although my mom visited me two weeks ago, I hadn’t seen my parents together since August.
My grandfather told me I should carry my papers — just in case.
Imagine our surprise when we entered the theater and saw a high-tech, dystopian, grungy and futuristic set.
Each time, the goal was identical: remove the queers. Remove our organizations, remove our history from the narrative, remove any physical space which attests to our presence in the population.
I can almost picture it like it was yesterday: My best friend and I snuggled under our covers, watching “The Summer I Turned Pretty” over Teleparty the summer after our freshman year of high school.
My twin sister, who is two minutes younger than me, does not look anything like me. But we still share that bond allowing us to win at any team game that requires knowing things.
Three hundred sixty-six total yards. Almost 40 minutes of possession. Twenty-three first downs. And yet, the scoreboard read LSU: 20, Florida: 10.
Before arriving at UF, I never truly understood the thrill of college game day. My parents were never particularly big football fans, let alone college football. Even though I grew up in Miami, I only went to one University of Miami football game (don’t worry, I believe orange goes much better with blue than green), and even then, the atmosphere wasn’t as impressive as what I have already experienced here.
Women want a feminist who pays for stuff.
I don’t know you. But I want to give you advice.
The news that two missing Florida brothers were found safe in Georgia, just days after an Amber Alert was issued, is a resounding testament to a system that works.
Alligator Alcatraz, Florida’s contested new immigration detention center, is set to be empty within days. The facility, built in the middle of the Florida Everglade, has been the subject of at least three lawsuits since construction began.
I think we have all heard that aspartame, the sweetener in many diet sodas, has been found to cause cancer. Every time I order a sweet, crispy Diet Coke, my mom gives me that look and a mini lecture. But what if I told you the cancer risk of aspartame has been vastly exaggerated?
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