Around half past nine, about two hours behind schedule, just as the moon hangs a light yellow low in the crisp November air I depart St. Petersburg for Oviedo. I’ll travel ‘tween these two cities three times in as many days starting on Sunday; as I have work for the University of Central Florida Friday

It was the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November 2000: Election Day. I was in seventh grade at the time and the topic dominated conversation at Lawton Chiles Middle School for the past week; we even had a debate in my language arts class (all reflecting the views of our parents). The precinct

I’m currently in Tallahassee, the capital city of the great state of Florida. I’m doing some sightseeing, checking out my future office space (after you walk through security turn to the left at the Five Flags of Florida statue and it’s the office that says “Governor”) and researching for one of my three papers that

I button up my windbreaker as I step out along Fifth Avenue. Orion hangs low on the horizon and confirms that the pre-dawn hours are the coolest part of the night. A gust of wind howls as I gaze up the north face of RHO; there are some of you who are still awake doing

  At first it seemed like good news from the university. But after a double take on the electronic mail I received from them, I am more pissed than ever before. Great, dining hours will be extended from 8:30 p.m. to 11 p.m. (for a month-long trial). But you will not be able to use

I pulled into the parking lot across Himes Avenue on the northeast corner of Raymond James Stadium last Thursday night. A glance around at the flags of South Florida, the setting sun and the Big East whipping in the wind atop Ray Jay gave me goose bumps as I recalled the greatest moment in South

Commuter school, commuter campus. The phrases are uttered in disdain. Criticisms leveled at universities that do not have “history.” The University of South Florida System is talked about in this language; especially by those who attend our “elder” siblings of UF, FSU and FAMU. I am sorry, but if having “history” means attending a university

As the cashier is completing my late-night bread loaf transaction at Publix, another customer gets in line behind me. He unloads his groceries on the register conveyer belt. He’s got Wavy Lays, a two-liter bottle of Coca Cola, hand soap, and then the sweet succulent smell synonymous with the coming Autumn fills my olfactory, triggering

After a long, sweaty day of move-in to Residence Hall One, packed with work and topped off with some brews downtown, I return to campus at 11:30 in the evening and decide to go to the dining hall to grab some grub before heading off to my room. To my surprise, the dining hall in