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(04/26/00 4:00am)
THOUGH the Rolling Stones don't rank among my favorite bands, their lyrics rang true for me recently as I reflected on the years I've spent on these Grounds. You can't always get what you want/ But if you try sometimes/ You just might find/ You'll get what you need.
(04/19/00 4:00am)
DURING spring break, my dad informed me that the final tuition check of my undergraduate career had left the Startt family coffers to subsidize my University education. At the time, this news served merely as a reminder of impending separation anxiety - just one more indication that my University career draws quickly to a close. Now, however, I also am reminded that as a student paying out-of-state tuition, my family's dollars - covering 133 percent of my educational costs - fund not only my education, but any number of other financial endeavors at the University.
(04/12/00 4:00am)
THOUGH Larry Sabato's American Politics 101 class lies seven semesters in the past, I still have the sticker I received from him that proclaims, "Politics is a good thing." Webster defines politics in several ways, among them: "the science and art of political government; political science" and "factional scheming for power and status within a group." The first of these definitions can, with little argument, be considered a good (or at least innocuous) thing. The second, however, has a more distinctly negative connotation.
(03/29/00 5:00am)
APRIL is the cruelest month for some, but at the University, it makes suffering through Charlottesville's rainy, dreary winter months worthwhile. Students shake out their picnic blankets and flock to pepper the Lawn on breezy Sunday afternoons, unable to resist the temptations drawing them out of the library and into a world waking up from three months of hibernation. April always reminds me of why I love the University, but now it also reminds me that my tenure here quickly is drawing to a close. Still, this bittersweet end should be an occasion for celebration, rather than an excuse to wallow in graduation malaise.
(03/09/00 5:00am)
EVERYONE makes mistakes. Even those in leadership positions. Even those who should know better. Though mistakes may lack intrinsic value in and of themselves, learning from mistakes and learning to take responsibility for mistakes helps prevent subsequent blunders.
(03/01/00 5:00am)
THEY ONLY come out at night, but they're men and women on a mission. They bend over, crouch or kneel at intervals. They remain oblivious as shadowy figures pass by, en route to Cocke Hall. Through it all, they continue to scribble away furiously. Armed with nothing but boxes of chalk, these industrious worker bees blanket the sidewalks of our fair University. The product of such late-night outings allows hurried students to walk around engrossed in the messages they find in their paths.
(02/23/00 5:00am)
SHE'S NOT a gold-digger, she just plays one on TV. Last week's multi-million dollar spectacle brought one woman closer to what every American female desires - marital bliss with a filthy-rich male specimen.
(02/09/00 5:00am)
FRIENDLY competition impacts almost all aspects of University life. From the classroom to the Greek community, fine arts organizations and everywhere in between, students strive to achieve excellence and a reputation of superiority. Used in a constructive way, competition breeds overall improvement as increased efforts to excel raise the standards for all involved. But some sectors of the University community - specifically, those concerned with sexual assault education - should not rely on competition as a motivating or driving force.
(01/26/00 5:00am)
NOTHING happened! After I spent an entire semester studying the history of America's obsession with an impending apocalypse, the latest millennial craze ended without so much as a blip on the television screen. Fireworks cascaded from the Eiffel Tower, surrounded the Egyptian pyramids and illuminated the Mall in Washington, D.C., but the massive worldwide destruction some feared never came to pass.
(12/08/99 5:00am)
AS THE millennial craze moves into its final stretch this month, marketing geniuses scramble to launch the final phases of advertising campaigns targeting every possible product and consumer population. You can wake up in the morning to a bowl of Millennios, enjoy Millennium Spaghetti-Os for lunch and top it off with a Millennium Twinkie for dessert. I'm curious ... is the cream injected in the shape of the numbers 2-0-0-0?!
(11/17/99 5:00am)
LITTLE more than a week away, Thanksgiving will provide a welcome respite for University students feeling the familiar end-of-semester crunch. Exams, papers and presentations loom ahead in the coming weeks, monopolizing our thoughts and making us thankful for five days left free for completing assignments and catching up on piles of reading. Hopefully, however, that's not the only reason we look forward to next week's holiday.
(11/10/99 5:00am)
TRADITIONS at the University die hard. Even in light of recent citations, students continue to streak the Lawn. Though many students probably can't tell you why we use the term "fourth year" rather than senior," we still employ the Jeffersonian terminology upheld by generations of our predecessors. We flock to Scott Stadium in dressy attire and put on southern airs at Foxfield.
(11/03/99 5:00am)
AS THE final minutes of Halloween night ticked by, heads began popping out from behind closed Lawn room doors. Where and when would the P.U.M.P.K.I.N. Society strike? Rumors flew regarding the practices of the elusive group: "They come at midnight." "No, it's later." "Actually, I heard they come in the early evening." Those who burned the post-midnight oil Sunday on the Lawn learned the truth.
(10/20/99 4:00am)
UNIVERSITY students often seem to rush through their days, living in constant anticipation of the next hurdle, the next major event. Though we may work hard in the anticipation of playing hard later, the small pleasures of University life get swept to the side. Perhaps it's a product of tell-tale fourth-year nostalgia; perhaps a result of the recent beautiful weather. Whatever the cause, I feel the need to ruminate on the autumnal experiences any self-respecting Wahoo must have before leaving the University.
(10/19/99 4:00am)
UNIVERSITY students often seem to rush through their days, living in constant anticipation of the next hurdle, the next major event. Though we may work hard in the anticipation of playing hard later, the small pleasures of University life get swept to the side. Perhaps it's a product of tell-tale fourth-year nostalgia; perhaps a result of the recent beautiful weather. Whatever the cause, I feel the need to ruminate on the autumnal experiences any self-respecting Wahoo must have before leaving the University.
(09/29/99 4:00am)
THE SCENE: Rugby Road. Friday night. Sidewalks packed with University students waiting in line. Pretty typical. Until you realize the students have come bearing mattresses and sleeping bags. These go-getters aren't waiting for their turn at the keg. They aren't trying to flirt their way into one of the night's big parties. They're waiting for a shot at every pre-med student's most prized position: Madison House medical services volunteer.
(09/22/99 4:00am)
TWO YEARS ago, the Faculty Senate began an initiative to increase the sense of "intellectual community" at the University. Second only to clamoring for student self-governance, the call for a dynamic intellectual environment deserves consideration. More specifically, the propriety of current admissions practices must be examined.
(09/15/99 4:00am)
STUDENTS, by definition, live their lives by numbers. Alkways striving for excellence in the classroom, our worth ultimately is reduced to biannual reports of GPAs and credit hours earned. It shouldn't be surprising, then, that we extend our reliance on numerical determinations of worth to the analysis of our University and the education it provides. We look at a drop in ranking, for example, as a devastating commentary on our school's caliber and, as an extension, the caliber of its students.
(09/08/99 4:00am)
HAVEN'T you always loved the ubiquitous extra-curricular activities section on applications for scholarships, honor societies and universities? There in that little box you have the opportunity to brag unabashedly about all the marvelous things you've done in a wide variety of settings. After completing the college application process, I'm confident I could have rattled off my resume in my sleep. It's no surprise, then, that University students continue the trend begun with that first trip to Brownies or Cub Scouts. We like - no, we love - to be involved. In anything. In everything. Sometimes in too many things.