one of my professors earlier today had the perfect word to describe the feeling of it: traumatizing
what they’re doing seems almost illegal, like.. considering desantis brought in the majority of the trustees in one sweep, we didnt even have a chance to dissent their new supermajority firing president okker with no cause. or if it isn’t, it should be illegal, there’s literally no checks and balances happening here. no democracy involved. genuine fascism at work, it’s actually absurd. extremely fucking filthy and despicable political ploy.
yesterday wrt the board of trustees meeting, a student commented, “The fact they are playing [the college president] like she’s a game and she is sitting at that table CRYING is something that shakes me.”
this is who they replaced our president with
they don’t care about education or the students at all. they don’t care. we’re chess pieces to them.
please help us defend ourselves, not just for NCF but for educational freedom in academic institutions in general. donate, spread the word, etc. here’s the site
this son of a bitch is definitely going to run for president in 2024. pay attention to what’s happening on the ground here. it’s very bleak.
a lot has happened but this is really peak shit. they fucking hate us and want to inconvenience us as much as possible
here’s a pdf of the article. i’m a senior btw. i don’t know what to do
New College of Florida is shifting returning students into housing in buildings with mold problems identified by an outside consultant to make way for student-athletes and other incoming freshmen who are part of a conservative transformation of the school launched by Gov. Ron DeSantis.
Weeks before the start of the fall semester, the college emailed returning students Tuesday to tell them their housing assignments had been changed at the last minute to accommodate an influx of student- athletes and freshmen. The new cohort would live in the apartment-style Dort and Goldstein buildings — which have historically housed upperclassmen — while returning students would be moved to other, shared-space dorms, such as the older I. M. Pei designed buildings.
Pei dorms, however, were considered virtually uninhabitable due to mold as of early this summer. Although New College housed students in the Pei dorms last semester, a May report commissioned by the school and obtained by the Herald-Tribune concluded that the Pei dorms “should not be occupied in their current condition” due to a systematic mold issue that would require a fiscal investment to repair.
Mold can cause symptoms such as stuffy nose, sore throat, coughing or wheezing, burning eyes, or skin rash, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. People with asthma or who are allergic to mold could have more severe reactions, and immunocompromised people could get lung infections from mold.
The college’s email to students mentioned ongoing renovations, but it was unclear if those included repairing mold damage and the underlying building issues causing mold.
Students had until July 14 to cancel their housing agreements with no penalty, a deadline only three days after the email was sent.
For many upperclassmen working on thesis projects, living in an apartment-style dorm is preferable because of the private living and study spaces each student receives.
The idea of living in shared-space Pei dorms again has prompted some students to consider off- campus living options, or even transferring to another college. For many, living off-campus is financially impossible because of the cost of rent in the Sarasota-Manatee area.
On-campus housing costs between $3,000 and $5,000 per semester, a student housing employee told the Herald-Tribune. The estimated median monthly rent in Sarasota for a one-bedroom apartment is $1,500, and since March 2020, rents have increased by 43.5% in the North Port-Sarasota-Bradenton metro area, the sixth-largest increase in the country, according to apartmentlist.com data.
Zoe Fountain, a 20-year-old psychology and gender studies student involved in student government, said giving student-athletes the nicer apartment-style dorms is indicative of the school’s new DeSantis- appointed leadership trying to shape a new student body while neglecting the needs of current students.
Earlier in the year, the college fired an LGBTQ librarian and denied tenure to five faculty members. “To all of us (students), that just sounds like they’re trying to drive us out,” she said.
In addition to being given priority in housing assignments, student-athletes have been given preferential treatment in admissions and promised $1,400 laptops if they enrolled, a New College admissions official told the Herald-Tribune.
As the college seeks rapid renovations of different residential buildings, the treatment of the current student body is “dehumanizing,” Fountain said. Current summer residents have dealt with construction crews and dust. “We are being treated as inconveniences that they need to move around,“ she said.
Fountain said that the housing situation, coupled with other actions by the administration, have alienated her from New College. She said she plans to take a gap semester this fall to find another college destination.
"The rug is being pulled out from under you, and all of us are just very desperately wanting to go back to the way things are and realizing that that’s not possible for us anymore,” Fountain said.
Megan Nigro, a 19-year-old zoology fourth-year student, was set to live in the Dort building with three other students this fall. Now, she’s likely going to live in Pei dorms, where she lived last year. One of the biggest draws for the Dort and Goldstein dorms is the kitchens in each unit, something Nigro said she was excited to use because of the limited food options on campus. She said she’s exploring off-campus living options. However, Nigro said she pays for housing through scholarships at the school, so being able to afford an apartment off-campus would be difficult.
Some students won’t be given an on-campus housing opportunity at all. Andy Trinh, a 20-year-old computer science third-year, said they were supposed to live in the Palmer B dorm, but they received an email saying the dorm had been taken offline. Corcoran had previously received approval from the Board of Trustees to begin the process of demolishing the building, despite not having obtained permits to do so.
In the meeting, Corcoran said displaced students could be moved to a nearby hotel or to USF’s Sarasota-Manatee campus.
“I don’t have a car. I don’t know how to get to campus from there unless I take the bus, but it’s not something I can do for like every single meal,” Trinh said. “It’s not completely feasible unless they have like a shuttle or something running.”
and email update from the board meeting. this is insane. they are actively trying to demolish existing spaces and push existing students out.
sorry this is getting so long but i dont have words since this canceled classes is impacting me as well. all of pei is closed now btw
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
still not over the fact that jake harley had a functional portal to alternia. hiveswap please come out faster so we can learn more about that. how. why. where. what
the condesce: spending centuries of her immortal life sawing off her horns and pulling out her hair and experimenting on human clones for the sake of rebuilding the empire she lost and can never return to
jake harley, somehow??: time to pop on over to alternia for a quick trip to check out the hot alien babes ^_^ hey roxy what are my kids’ names again
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