Goodbye Column: To my Alligator family and our ramshackle home
Apr. 19, 2016Goodbyes have never been my strong suit.
Goodbyes have never been my strong suit.
This is it, readers. Spring 2016: We did it — we did the thing. Many of you may still feel weary of the flurry of finals and papers ahead.
During Round 2 of the Southeastern Conference Championship, Florida golfer Sam Horsfield hit his second shot into the par-4 fourth at the Sea Island Golf Club.
UF students will gracefully ride horses for judges this weekend.
Jenna Horner prefers dead flowers.
After a 4-0 road stretch last week, the No. 2 Gators are rolling.
It was one vision in between endless nightmares that inspired a former United States Marine Corps sergeant.
UF is asking students where they like to eat and hang out.
On Monday, Florida women’s tennis coach Roland Thornqvist had a smile on his face.
A new UF club will teach students to bake next Fall.
The first phase of renovations for Paynes Prairie Preserve State Park’s Visitor Center since the 1980s is complete, and it cost about $700,000.
Since November, UF’s first Latina Student Body President has donated over $5,000 of her salary to help first-generation students.
In the practice gym and on the competition floor, the departing senior class of Bridgette Caquatto, Bianca Dancose-Giambattisto, Morgan Frazier and Bridget Sloan led by example.
Six former Gators were featured on Opening Day rosters with another five on 40-man rosters, giving Florida a conference-best 11 major leaguers.
The No. 2 Florida lacrosse team has been a thorn in the side of most of its opponents this season.
Florida coach Mike Holloway normally approaches each track meet the same way.
Nicole Meeks learned her nutritional science major won’t limit her future opportunities on Monday.
We live in a world full of myths. Never mind the tales of a big, green, gamma-radiated “Avenger” who, for some reason, seems to break through every article of clothing except his shorts, or the tales of a “hell week” that drain all happiness and restfulness from students as they descend in a Walking Dead-like fashion upon their neighborhood libraries and Starbucks, indiscriminately feasting on raw study guides and fresh coffee.
There’s something about the end of the Spring semester that provokes a certain type of introspection. Daily rituals, people and locations take on a deeper meaning as you assess how far you’ve come and where the hell you actually plan on going. It’s a discomforting mixture of nostalgia for another year gone by and the hesitant acknowledgement that time will continue to move at this swift pace. Everything you encounter becomes a symbol of change as friends continue to graduate and you’re left with a completely different Gainesville than the one you first encountered so long ago. In reality, these thoughts are most likely a thinly veiled attempt at procrastination, but that doesn’t make them any less profound.
So, it’s my final column of the semester. I’d say it was a pleasure writing for you all, but that’d be a lie. Y’all are kind of pretentious, to be honest. It makes me uncomfortable to be around you.