WELCOME back to the first full week of classes in 2000. In this column, I want to discuss my goals for The Cavalier Daily this semester and review some of the articles from last week's issues.
LAST MONDAY the Commonwealth of Virginia celebrated Lee-Jackson-King Day. The holiday was changed in 1985 -- before then, it was simply Lee-Jackson Day, honoring the two Virginians who were the South's top generals in the Civil War. By honoring three such contradictory heroes on the same day, the celebration of each individual's accomplishments is weakened.
LAST MONDAY the Commonwealth of Virginia celebrated Lee-Jackson-King Day. The holiday was changed in 1985 -- before then, it was simply Lee-Jackson Day, honoring the two Virginians who were the South's top generals in the Civil War. By honoring three such contradictory heroes on the same day, the celebration of each individual's accomplishments is weakened.
A 10-YEAR-OLD boy was sentenced to probation and counseling Thursday for putting soap in his teacher's drinking water, months after the teacher filed charges that the boy attempted to murder him with the soap -- death by Dial.
AL GORE knows pigs. That is among the messages that the vice president's newly-tweaked campaign is trying to instill in Iowa caucus-goers.
SOUTH Carolina often has been described as one of the two mountains of conceit surrounding North Carolina.
EXPERIENCING sorority rush as a sister has taught me a lot. I've learned that you can forget about hunger and that hurting feet eventually go numb.
THE UNIVERSITY lost one of its favorite sons on Jan. 7. Dean T. Braxton Woody was 99 years old. He came to the University in 1919, and he never left.
THE HONOR system depends on the commitment of students throughout the University not to lie, steal or cheat and not to tolerate such conduct by their fellow students.
ADD THREE more zeroes to that magic 2000, and you've got 2,000,000. But unlike the much-celebrated new year, two million isn't a meaningless and arbitrary milestone.
I HAVE never really been interested in politics. I've always followed the elections at a distance.
WHAT ARE we to make of history? Is it something to hold on to, to anchor us to the ideals upon which this country was founded?
I KNOW they're around here somewhere, but I can't find them. I put them in a safe place so as not to lose them, and now I've lost track of where the safe place is. I'm searching my room for prayer cards because I need to call down a few favors for loved ones.
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.
HOLIDAYS in kindergarten were great. They were sponsored by the colors red and green and by the numbers 2 and 5.
I CAN STILL sense my first Christmas. I see the bright lights, feel the warmth of the crackling fire, taste the fresh-baked sugar cookies, and hear the carols.
IT'S NOT the New Year yet, but the next column I write will be in the year 2000. The year 2000 may be the time of apocalyptic predictions, of suggestions of computer failure or terrorist attacks.
I'VE NEVER seen "It's a Wonderful Life." Sad, I know. But from what I've heard, it's a timeless, seasonless film.
IT'S getting to be that time of year again -- the season when snowflakes begin to dust the bare branches of trees, sparkling lights decorate houses and shopping centers, and everyone is overtaken by the spirit of giving -- and buying.
WEDNESDAY'S Washington Post proved that America does have a culture. The story "Protests Delay WTO Opening" had many memorable images, but this was one of its best: "While the streets swirled, many businesses remained open; people sipped cappuccino behind the glass of gourmet coffee shops." The story referred to Monday's scene in Seattle, site of the World Trade Organization's 1999 conference.
