Look at Archer Road, University Avenue or 13th Street during rush hour try to say there's not a car problem.
GoFundMe may be inspiring, but the reason why we have to use it makes it a failure.
For the Jewish New Year, celebrating with students is a sweet welcome
Amendment 4, which will appear on the November ballot, will help felons get their rightful chance
"SG wants to go and fund Library West with SG money and using the method I suggested last year. Is this what it feels like to have the last laugh?"
Romance and ownership walk hand in hand, and it's putting a restraint on us.
"We are so much more than an acronym-clad description or a letter that supposedly dictates our stress levels."
The constant flow of news and way news is set up makes it into a theatric performance, with politicians as the actors
If I walk to my car when it’s dark out, I always tuck my sharpest key between my pointer and middle fingers.
The year is 2018, yet a certain subset of professors still cling to the notion that the personal pronoun “they” or “them” can only be plural. I’ve heard of an instance where a student suffered point deductions for using the singular “they” in their writing. These grammar “purists” find themselves in good, authoritative company: Purdue OWL and the APA style guide both proscribe use of the singular “they.” As a writer lacking sufficient tact, allow me to make my point clear: These professors are dull-witted and severely lacking the high ground.
Doctors on television are portrayed as heroes. That’s not to say they can’t be in real life, but as a patient who has seen dozens of doctors in hopes of finding an answer and feeling better, I’m jaded. In my story, more often than not, they’re the antagonist rather than the helpful figure I need.
It was a typical day for me on Facebook not too long ago. I look at deserving posts and give them “love” reacts in order to make Facebook’s heartless algorithm realize whatever post I’m looking at is a good one and deserves more love.
Even though social media ever-present, it's time to start seeking a life beyond it's validation
I am a hypocrite. I love writing columns, arguing my opinions, excavating the news of the week for interesting artifacts. I haven’t written a column since the Spring semester, and I waited for that privilege again, which I am exercising and enjoying now and is the ultimate expression of my hypocrisy.
Please get involved in Student Government; I said please!
Through ignorance, belly dancing has become an art form that breeds judgement and contempt. Some say it’s too hot and too seductive. Some have asked how I feel comfortable in my own skin. Some just look me up and down, slowly.
The series "Afflicted" misleads people as to what a chronic illness is really about
The five things you should know, from one of UF's librarians
Welcome to Alachua County, Gators!
College is a time of big changes for anyone. There are a lot of major decisions to make.You have to select your area of study and decide how you’re going spend your time on campus. The moves we make during these years on campus can outline the trajectory for our future. Making concrete and life-changing decisions can feel overwhelming. Things in and out of your control can affect your life path. Choosing one club or class can feel insignificant. But, on the other hand, one experience can illuminate a dream you never knew you had. Conversely, one class or club won’t make or break your life. A failure or a misstep can be a chance to learn or find what’s right for you.For me, this year has been especially crushing. I’ve felt stuck and frustrated due to how sick I’ve been. This summer, I wasn’t able to take on an internship. I’ve been in and out of the doctor and stuck in bed unable to focus on anything. I’m scared how sick I feel now is going to impact my future.Writing my columns for this Summer semester was really my only connection to a world outside of my phone, class on my laptop, bedroom or doctors’ offices. Sometimes I wrote what I needed to hear myself. Other times, I wrote about something impacting me in real time. Some things were reflective.For me, I’m glad I made the decision to write this summer for The Alligator. It taught me a lot about myself. I’m stuck on more than one decision for the Fall semester and grappling with the realities of what I can and can’t take on. More decisions being made by my body without my input.I can’t tell my body to give me more energy and magically function at its best. I wish it was up to running down Stadium Road or past Century Tower under a curtain of Spanish moss. I wish I could spend late nights on campus working in the newsroom or at The Alligator. I wish I could do more outside of my dorm bed and fill my UF bucket list to the brim with things other than going to UF Health Shands Hospital multiple times a week, not for an internship, but for visits.These decisions are made for me, by my doctors or by my health. I can’t change them as much as I want to. What I can do is make the most of the decisions left for me to make. College has taught me many lessons beyond the classroom, most of them about life. I may not have had my dream internship or campus experience yet, but I do have wisdom from my unique experiences that I might not have gotten any other way. And I do have wonderful professors, doctors, mentors and friends who have given me something that’s one of the most important parts of college to me: community.
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