Speak Out

Look, Ma! No Phone!

by Molly Schlinger, http://neovox.cortland.edu, March 3, 2011

One week. No cell phone. Seven days. No texting. 168 hours. No brick breaker. How did I do it? I'm not quite sure. Did my social life diminish? Did my friends all disappear? Did the world suddenly implode? No. In

Exit Wounds

by Mellissa Houlding, http://neovox.cortland.edu, March 3, 2011

The flicker of an eyelid, a flutter of wings, some say enough to cause a typhoon. Something so small, so tiny, to cause so much destruction, heartbreak and burning regret. A bullet enters, a small target at first, tearing

Getting Your License, Learning to Drive

by Samantha Pauli, http://neovox.cortland.edu, December 2, 2010

When you turn sixteen and your parents drive you to the DMV your heart flutters like a tiny hummingbird were flitting about inside your chest, fighting to burst free. Your hands are clammy and you're running through facts in your

Goodnight, Eve

by Emma Ellis, http://www.colgate.edu, December 2, 2010

A gaggle of freshman girls loitered in front of the Colgate University Bookstore beneath a streetlight. One stood staring up at it, waving her hands in front of her face. "Now it's a party," she said. "I'm making the strobe

Oppression in Higher Educations

by Cori Bulgrin, http://neovox.cortland.edu, November 7, 2010

Introduction I am a student in higher education and I have been oppressed by the school system. But my story is a little different from most college students. I am currently a senior at SUNY Cortland and studying communications.

We Take Too Much For Granted

by Haily Mae Dunn, , November 5, 2010

I had the opportunity this week to listen to the story of Marion Blumenthal Lazan. She was a survivor of the Holocaust during World War II. Marion was one of the millions of people taken to concentration camps to be

Losing Home

by Meghan Minihan, http://neovox.cortland.edu, November 4, 2010

I opened the back door with my hands laden with cups, brie, grapes and crackers. As I unloaded my bounty on the plastic table I notice Carl and Jared bunching up pieces of newspaper and placing them between damp pieces

How BP Got Me to Watch the News

by Cori Bulgrin, http://neovox.cortland.edu, October 1, 2010

I never really watch the news, and I tend to not read the newspaper either. I know it's horrible but I am never really up to date on current events unless someone tells me about it or I happen

Crime in Cortland

by Colleen Moran, http://neovox.cortland.edu, May 20, 2010

Coming from a small town in Central New York I don't really hear much about crime outbreaks and I really don't have to worry about crime in my neighborhood. Whitesboro, New York is my hometown; it is located right

Next Life

by Benjamin Kimble, , May 6, 2010

In my next life, I would like to be a black man. Why? Quite simply, because I want to know what it is like. Twenty three years I have been white, and I am absolutely certain that I have

Want to Purchase a Tee Shirt?

by Lorraine, NeoVox Project Director, May 22, 2009

Are you interested in buying one of the tee shirts featured at the top of the page? Please contact me directly. Lorraine Berry Project Manager lorraine.berry@cortland.edu I can assist you.

Stereotypes and Race in Sports

by Ryan Gaviria, http://www.neo-vox.org, May 14, 2009

The integration of society and sports and their effects on each other provided the outlet the world needed for progression against stereotypes, race, and in some cases peace. Without sport being affected by society and state there would not

Drugs in Sports: Not only Hurts the Body, But the Brand

by Ryan Gaviria, http://www.neo-vox.org, May 14, 2009

Marijuana and steroids affect the body differently, but tend to have the same side effects to the person's image. The public might be bedazzled by the large amounts of money professional players' rake in every year from salaries, but


by Katie Cuer, , March 19, 2009

Memories to me are like waves in the ocean: they topple over each other washing away the remnants of the last. This, as you can very well imagine, makes it exceedingly hard to recall bits and pieces of my past;