I would normally recommend taking a step back from the hysterically overblown hype of this game. Take Feleipe Franks’ jump pass, take the two blocked kicks, take that goofy GIF of coach Dan Mullen dancing — take it all and bury it in a box. Bury that box in a ditch and toss that ditch into a river.
The constant flow of news and way news is set up makes it into a theatric performance, with politicians as the actors
Addiction is a problem of health, not a criminal one.
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.
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.
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.
It’s a lovely, overcast afternoon in Gainesville. The sun beats away fruitlessly at the clouds that shield the Earth from a tropical inferno. Floridian humidity fogs your glasses as you step off the bus. You stroll toward the heart of campus with a textbook cradled in one arm and your Instagram feed clutched in the opposite hand. You, shining monument to the millennial spirit, are the Statue of Liberty of twenty-somethings everywhere — the shining beacon of social media savvy. You float along the sidewalk still glistening from this morning’s rain. Headed to Library West, you pass through Turlington Plaza. A ghostly, pale figure stands stock-still in the center of the otherwise empty, red-bricked patio. He raises his arm towards you as you approach; in his outstretched hand is a small pamphlet. On its face, written in wispy white letters, a headline reads:
Sports boys and sports girls, it is time.
Even though social media ever-present, it's time to start seeking a life beyond it's validation
Editor’s Note: UF President Kent Fuchs published a column, which ran in the Aug. 22 issue of The Alligator, that called for readers to send feedback on what they wanted UF to accomplish over the next decade. This letter was written in response.
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.
What you may be expecting from your freshmen year won't happen. That's okay.
Hey all you NFL players, it’s finally time.
If you are anything like me, you were sitting in front of a TV screen Wednesday night watching Ohio State and Urban Meyer hold a press conference to announce how Meyer’s fate would play out. He was either getting fired (which was extremely improbable), getting suspended or getting off the hook.
The series "Afflicted" misleads people as to what a chronic illness is really about
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