Have you ever eaten nothing but fresh oysters for breakfast, lunch and dinner? I have. I traveled to Apalachicola, Fla. for my master’s project to interview locals about the myriad of economic engines the tiny town has seen over the past 200 years. The Apalach, as they call it, is home to some of the

Somebody wise, not exactly sure who, once said, it is not your destination that matters but the journey. It may’ve been a metaphor for life, but it applies to automobile trips as well. It is getting to be that time of the year when the semester winds down and some will be heading home for

They sit with hands shielding their eyes. For the past half hour, it’s been a struggle to block out the memories of the taunting, the death threats, and the insecurities of the past. Even though it had been years, the memories of bullying have not quite faded. A Norwegian study published in the Journal of

There’s no such thing as an easy A. You may think that asking around on Facebook groups, rummaging through sites like ratemyprofessor.com or searching course books for breezy leisure study classes about underwater basket weaving might be good for your transcripts. And you know what? You’re right. An easy course will get you an A,

Nearly a year ago, a teenaged girl wrote a “rap” about the evils of homosexuality, recorded it in the forest from “FernGully” and laid it on top of a dramatic piano soundtrack. She uploaded her antigay anthem to YouTube under the name Apologetics and ironically titled it “Rated T for Tolerance.” Apologetics’ video resurfaced a

My friend Sophie and I were discussing life and boys while sitting on the roof of my church a couple weeks ago when I first heard about the craft project of all craft projects. The memory jar. After seeing the idea plastered across Pinterest (where else?), Sophie had decided to make her very own memory

Earlier last week the remaining schools that play Division 1-A football in the Big East Conference announced the name for their new athletic league — the American Athletic Conference.

There is something that gets whispered in the hallways and even openly discussed around campus. No I am not talking about the “food” in the dining hall of the University Revenue Building — I am talking about independence. There are some ‘round these parts that think that it would be in the best interest of

USF St. Petersburg is known for its sparkling bay front, tight knit community and small class size, but there are little oddities unique to our downtown campus. Perhaps none is quite so mystifying as the enigmatic death of Rocket the squirrel. A few steps from Coquina Hall, just beyond the pool, there is a small

Here’s something obvious: the new dorms in the University Student Center are nicer than the slightly older ones in Residence Hall One. In RHO, the furniture is a little bit worn. Sometimes there are leaks and carpets need to be replaced or removed. It’s not unlike the difference between the back corner of a Salvation