Cheers to the unicorns
By LISA EPSTEIN | June 22, 2012About a year ago, I thought I was a unicorn.
About a year ago, I thought I was a unicorn.
We're really still not tired of debating Bron-Bron by now? His woeful late-game shooting, his patented fadeaway hairline, his sometimes-newsworthy mother: LeBron James has to be the biggest character in sports, though his personality doesn't warrant it.
It was Aug. 28, 2008. The day a part of me was jump-started; a part of me that was dormant for over a decade.
Unlike most of the columns in today's paper, this one isn't saying goodbye to UB. I've got a couple years left to don the blue and white as an undergrad.
goodbyes, and wished me luck. I remember turning around heading back to my dorm room and thinking "what the hell do I do now?" At the time, I was an immature freshman who thought he could - despite what my professors said - balance getting his doctorate in physical therapy with drinking in frat house basements on Tuesdays (and four other days per week), and going to Mojos on weekends (yes, I said Mojos). Surely, I could skate by with minimal work and maximum Xbox with my roommates, because well, it worked in high school and the eight-person Madden franchise was fun.
I never really considered going away to college. For most of my senior year of high school, I had it in my head that I would go to Stony Brook, ref ice hockey on the weekends and live at home on Long Island, rent-free.
Goodbye columns are scattered throughout this paper and while I can't speak for any of my colleagues, mine is more for me than it is for you.
It was Aug. 28, 2008. The day a part of me was jump-started; a part of me that was dormant for over a decade.
I began working for The Spectrum in the fall and had no idea what I was getting myself into. Being a creative person surrounded by all writers was a tough adjustment to make.
As you may have noticed, this paper is brimming with goodbye columns. Most of which are probably a bit sentimental or sappy, and justifiably so.
It should surprise no one that UB isn't considered a national powerhouse when it comes to sports. That may sound disappointing, but it's the truth, and it doesn't always have to be that way. In fact, I think UB is already on the way to becoming a solid athletics program, and the proof is just what I've seen and experienced over my four years here. Admittedly, I knew little about Buffalo's athletic programs coming into school, which says a lot from someone who follows sports religiously.
Since September I have been pretty much living a double life. I have been living at concerts at night, about four nights a week, and taking my honors economics and political science course load during the day while juggling five other jobs on the side.
I have to admit, I often have trouble doing this kind of thing. Politically charged rants or ironic social commentaries or media reviews or 45-page honors theses, sure, but heart-felt goodbyes are another thing entirely.
For last year I've been the shadowy voice of The Spectrum. Every issue, I've chronicled the changing tides of recent events and our opinion about this little slice of the universe we call home.
It's always the small things that make the biggest impression and stand out the most when it comes to fashion.
On Wednesday, Congress took steps to answer a question that typifies the changes of the modern world.
You know that one girl in fifth grade who went to sleep away camp every June, came back every September, and ranted about how much fun she had tubing in the lake and making s'mores by the camp fire?
It's 8 p.m. on Thursday, I sit down in front of my TV and wait. That's the basis of the NFL draft. Sitting and waiting. Fans sit down in front of their T.V.
This July, your student loans are going to get even more expensive. Currently, the interest rate that you'll pay on them after graduation is 3.4 percent.
I didn't decide to pursue higher education until November 2007 during my senior year of high school when I joined Veronica Labrador's Spanish 4 class.