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RSS FeedIn the age of the iPhone, there’s an app for everything. That’s not even hyperbole — there is literally an app for just about everything you can imagine. And if it isn’t in the app store yet, it’s being developed. Sure, social media, unhealthily addicting games, restaurant catalogs and anything that allows you to more
For this editorial, we borrow an idea from the wise woman quoted on Page 1. In an interview last week, Amy Kedron told the Crow’s Nest, “If you treat a university like an island, you have to spend all your energy getting off the island … and it’s hard to get off the freakin’ island.”
USF St. Petersburg is the only college I applied to during high school, because it was the only college I wanted to attend. USF first came onto my college radar because of, all things, journalism. My newspaper class made a pilgrimage to the Tampa campus to attend the Florida Scholastic Press Association one year, and
“Did you see that s— awesome car?” I overheard one student tell another while walking from the USF St. Petersburg parking garage. “It’s amazing as f—.” As the students continued their conversation, I realized I still didn’t know what the car looked like based on their description. That afternoon, I considered the limits of profanity.
Do you have a question about sex, alcohol, nutrition, stress or anything else health and wellness related? USF St. Petersburg Health Educator Victoria M. Beltran has the answers! Every month, Student Health 101 will feature the new column, “Ask the Health Educator.” To submit questions, send an email to usfspwellness@gmail.com and include “Ask the Health
The day after Christmas, two large presents remained neatly wrapped under our tree. Mom would not open hers until Dad came home from the hospital. More days passed. Dead, brittle pine leaves dotted the peppermint patterned wrapping paper. The Christmas decorations should have come down by now. I began wondering if I should take initiative
Most of us who attend USF St. Petersburg and regularly hang out in downtown have been approached by the curly-haired, glossy-eyed kid with a skateboard in one hand and a petition to legalize marijuana in other. For a stoner, he’s quite persistent. And considering the nearly 1 million signatures that Florida petitioners have collected, he’s
With two weeks left in the semester, exams looming overhead and holiday spirit spewing from our kitchens and car radios in the form of honey baked hams and “Jingle Bell Rock,” there probably isn’t much room in your oversensitized brains to think about the future. Since most of us at the Crow’s Nest have a
Four years from now, I can’t help but wonder, besides a diploma, what evidence will there be that I ever came to USF St. Petersburg? If anything were to happen to me, would it have any impact? Probably not, and that’s chill because I haven’t done much of anything worth remembering. That is something I
One of my first musical memories is of my father playing the piano, singing songs about potty training. (Don’t judge. It was comforting.) It wasn’t uncommon for my sister and I to fall asleep to the sound of keys being played, the melody wafting into our shared bedroom from the piano just outside our door.
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