There sure seems to be a lot of plagiarism in Student Government, eh? It’s almost as if there’s this whole entire environment filled with people who don’t care about the rules.
While I was re-learning grammar for the like the third time, the course I was taking made a point to distinguish between “feeling bad” and “feeling badly.”
I generally consider myself a baseball purist.
Do we love our morals more than Kanye loves Kanye?
What happened to people’s fascination with the unknown?
Now that summer is fast approaching, some of you may be looking for ways to spend these sunny days.
You finally scraped together enough money to buy a flight out of Orlando.
Last year was the year Twitter banded together to ditch plastic straws.
Saying everything while saying nothing at all.
There’s no written rulebook to social media. But human’s knack for teetering between conformity and individuality has resulted in a set of unspoken social media guidelines the college-aged population seems to follow.
Ah, Millennials.
Everyone seeks Beyoncé’s approval - actress Emilia Clarke included. Clarke, who plays the Mother of Dragons, First of her Name Daenerys Targaryen, feared Beyoncé would hate Daenerys after the recent season. Clarke showed no ignorance with this worry. Now that we know what we know about Daenerys, season eight of Game of Thrones has us wondering: “Do the writers...possibly...not know women?”
Now I know I have mentioned Student Body President Michael Murphy’s borderline plagiarized inaugural speech in my last couple of columns, but I feel like I should probably do my due diligence and write about other instances of plagiarism that have happened in the past.
What the Alabama abortion ban is really about
“He’s not as disruptive as he was four years ago, but he’s still a good player.”
The dreaded SAT. If you went to high school in the United States, you probably took this important test at some point.
UF’s College of Liberal Arts and Sciences commencement ceremony was briefly interrupted by three of our student organizers during the college’s second go at a proper commencement.
No shade in sight, you stand at the bus stop. The wretched RTS app lies: listing bus five as minutes away. But you’re on campus and the GPS location of the vehicle proclaims your chariot is chugging along on Archer Road. Being the genius you are, you conclude there is no way the bus is as close as it says it is, so you go to Starbucks to get the sickly sweet, bright pink tea.
Summer session has arrived in the swampy marsh that is Gainesville.
How do you say goodbye to something that has meant so much to you?
Solutions by The State News
