Always Free
Issue no. 9 // October-November
El Independiente 3rd Year Blues What Happened While You Were Procrastinating Nigeria Officially Declared “Ebola-Free” after 42 days withouta fresh case. Outbrek killed 4,500 people after Liberian diplomat brought it into Nigeria
Suspected Nazi war criminals have been granted social securities from the United Stetes. A loophole in the legal system saw the government allow the criminals to keep thier securities if they fled the US a recent Associated Press report has found.
Some jobs come with a uniform. For an increasing number of employees, that uniform will soon include a badge that tracks everything they do. Many Companies such as Ebay, BP and Buffer will use trackers like Fibbit totrack how much their employees will work in exchange for discounts on health insurance.
Cécile Nolan
While I look about me at the renewal of the university spirit, I find myself feeling ancient. It used to take me a good 10 minutes to walk down this 10-second path from the university door to the cafeteria, stopping to say hello to one or discuss the upcoming Humanities talk with another student, or even to not-so-subtly make eyes at a romantic interest. But now, it takes me half a second to walk down that path on a bad day, recognizing the “University is the best years of your awkward 1st year body language, life”, was the maxim I heard over and the confident 2nd year flounce, the over again, usually by my parents traits and the names strangers to or their friends when they tipsily me. And how could they not be? My reminisce their hay days of youth year is gone. Drafted to the big city, and mischief. But I can’t shake this leaving us to go through the “HI-MYstrange feeling as I look NAME-IS-CICI-ANDaround the crowded It used to take me I - L O V E - P O T T E RYcampus at 14h00 on a a good 10 minutes GARDENING-ANDWednesday; a feeling to walk down this M Y - F A V O R I T E that half of my year 10-second path from C O L O U R - I S went off to war and that the university door to YELLOW” all over the cafeteria we were left behind. again. Isn’t that ironic; not yet 21, and yet I feel old. I walk out at break time, a determination in my step that will It seems that with every wellhopefully conceal my awkwardness rehearsed introduction I listen to or and give me an air of purpose. I perform, the nagging feeling that scan the landscape for familiar lives in my stomach grows, telling faces that I know are going to be me that I’ve been through this and rare this year. When I fail to find that I don’t have the energy to do someone to latch onto, I swiftly slip it again. So I wallow in my selfpast the open cafeteria door to get pity, nostalgically thinking about a glass of water. I then whip out my my 2nd year and how, because of phone and wait for the rest of my exchanges and moving to Madrid, it class to come and rescue me from was to be our last year all together a sea of unfamiliar eyes and smiles and we didn’t even know it. that seem to endlessly be greeting and meeting each other. Finally, So there you have it. Whether my class walks out and sits down you’re in a small town or the capital, next to me, huddling together for it is coming for you too. So enjoy social warmth and glancing around your time and get ready for the 3rd somewhat restlessly. year blues. I left high school gladly, with a spark in my eye and a spring in my step, eager to take on the brave new world that I was told university would be. Finally, an opportunity to truly be myself without the pressures of conformity, to study what actually interests me, and to grow and live amongst my peers!