Anyone who has ever dealt with the U.S. immigration system is likely to label the process long, challenging and sometimes discouraging.
Television shows are Mad Libs to me. I turn on a cable TV show, sit there and try to finish the character’s sentences, fully aware that I am the worst type of person to watch TV with. Correctly guessing the ending to a show can be so satisfying. Nothing is as fulfilling as saying out loud exactly what a television character says with the same timing and beat. But on the other hand, when I am wrong, the results are devastating — yet so humbling.
In the wake of the statistics exam came a slew of angry messages. It was another test that hundreds of students spent hours studying for, starting early in the day and ending late in the night. The material wasn’t meant to be easy, but many felt that it wasn’t meant to be so hard.
The topic of scholarships is often tied to large-scale economic problems and all of that complicated, serious mess. But this discussion of scholarships will not be attempting to slip Marx and Engels into your ideology like a sugar cube into a cup of tea.
I’ll out myself before anyone thinks they can discredit me: I have fake AirPods.
If you had mistaken me for a college athlete when I was in high school, I would have been flattered. But when I started my freshman year at UF in 2015, I quickly realized the hidden meaning behind the question: “What position do you play?”
What’s up, Gator Nation?
It was the summer of 2017. I had just arrived in Gainesville for the first time as a student two weeks earlier. As I laid in the twin bed in my dorm room, I struggled to fall asleep. There was a throbbing pain in my jaw, and I could feel it spreading. I tossed and turned. I rubbed my temples hard, and when I turned to look at the clock, it was 3 a.m.
A few weeks ago, I introduced my roommate to the Swampy UF memes for top ten public teens Facebook group. The stereotypes of different kinds of students, particularly STEM majors, cracked us up.
For some time now, I have been intrigued and disgruntled by the state of American cinema — specifically, by the movie industry’s obsession with sequels and remakes. Perhaps obsession is a dramatic word; after all, a fraction of the movies available in theaters today are sequels or remakes. Let’s substitute obsession, then, with fixation.
By now I’m sure you’ve heard the narrative about how third-party voters cost Hillary Clinton and the Democratic Party the 2016 presidential election. Unfortunately, this claim is not based entirely on speculation, nor was it dreamed by Democrats displeased with the election results who needed someone to blame. There is actually some reasonable justification behind the animosity many people hold toward third-party voters.
We’re well over a year away from the 2020 presidential election, but candidates are already jumping into the race. Last Monday, Sen. Kamala Harris announced her campaign for president on “Good Morning America.” Three weeks prior, Sen. Elizabeth Warren announced she was forming a presidential exploratory committee. And President Donald Trump filed his 2020 re-election paperwork on the day of his first inauguration in January 2017. As these candidates get their campaigns together and form their messages, they’ll have to decide which issues will be the most important ones in 2020. I’d like to make a suggestion for an issue they should place front and center in 2020: redistricting and gerrymandering.
I am embarrassed to say that I watched “The Bachelor” last week. It was a fun time with friends and French toast, but I cringe at the thought of giving that show any of my time. It was the second episode I had ever seen. Like the first time, it was impossible to look away. Watching “The Bachelor” is similar to witnessing a horrible car crash: You know you shouldn’t look, but it’s so terrible you just cannot help but stare. Despite its popularity, “The Bachelor” is problematic and anti-feminist.
Coffee is, for many of us college students, similar to life support. A long day is often impossible without slurping down a certain amount of the bitter drink. For some, this amount is a healthy one or two cups in the morning before class and for others, this translates to gallons of coffee. I’m not here to judge, as I fall closer to the second category than the first. Rather, I am here to settle a debate that seems to have no end. While many categories and subcategories have popped up, the largest distinction and the one I will focus on is the most polarizing: iced versus hot.
I’m that friend. The one who, if you say the wrong thing about current events or political figures, has to start a conversation about it. The one who went a little crazy when you admitted you weren’t sure if you were going to vote in the midterms. The one who seems to consider it their duty to make sure you know what’s going on in the world, even if you don’t really care. You know the friend I’m talking about.
Solutions by The State News
