Why aren’t we talking about the pros that go back to college?
By Andrew Huang | May 16, 2018Good on you, George Hill.
Good on you, George Hill.
When you come to college, it’s easy to be defined by everything but what you actually are.
Transportation and Parking Services suffers from an image crisis. With the Food for Fines program, Transportation and Parking Services chipped away at its reputation as a ticket writer to reveal a seemingly more compassionate side — one that is willing to trade donations to Field and Fork Pantry for overdue citations.
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?
For the past 45 years, 2 months and 25 days, The Alligator has been independent.
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.
Around 3 p.m. Thursday, two Florida deputies were eating at a Chinese restaurant in Trenton, Florida, when they were shot and killed by a gunman.
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.