AFFIRMATIVE action programs long have victimized underprivileged white students by offering them no distinction from affluent white students in the college admissions process.
IT'S RARE to see a column inspired by hot dogs. Wurst of any kind usually don't get much press. But last week a few hot dogs did some damage to first-year students' image of the University Judiciary Committee. The wieners in question appeared on a flyer the Committee posted and distributed in first-year residence areas.
No one wants to think that it could ever happen to them. But for two University women this week, it did.
Daddy's little girl. That's me. I always will be, as long as a gazillion pictures of me - as a five-year-old, on my horse and on every single first day of school - are scattered around the house.
ON SUNDAY night, two friends and I went to work out at the Aquatics and Fitness Center. Unfortunately, preparations were underway for the annual first-year bash and we were unable to get in.
THE U.S. victory at this summer's Women's World Cup soccer finals added yet another item to America's registry of puritanical no-nos.
HEY MOM and Dad, how's your relationship with your college-aged son or daughter? Do you know what he or she is doing when not under your all-protecting roof?
THE DUTCH really do drown their fries in mayonnaise. And if you go to the right place, you can get them in a cone with ketchup and onions on top.
WELL, SUMMER'S almost over, and once again the world has failed to destroy itself. I suppose it's been a run of good luck.
STANLEY KUBRICK'S final masterpiece, "Eyes Wide Shut," arrived at a time eerily coincident with a new wave of concern over movie content and how it should be handled.
OUR NATION'S capital recently has been deep in a debate on the issue of health care. Only a few days ago, the Senate voted on a package of health-care reforms, a so-called "Patient's Bill of Rights." Rather than agree to any form of compromise, Senate Republicans decided to push their own version of the bill.
IT'S NOT too far off, that time of year when parents and children say goodbye, and the University welcomes its newest class.
LAST YEAR, I was given one of the best opportunities of my life. And I almost didn't take it. It was just after midterms, and I was up to my ears in Sociology and Shakespeare when I got a phone call from one of my editors.
IT'S HOT. I'm in the middle of a Washington summer heat wave. I'm wearing a suit, and I have a 45-minute commute ahead of me on the Metro.
WITHOUT doubt, the best restroom on Central Grounds is on the south side of Minor Hall. Single stall.
IT SEEMS wrong for me to give advice to incoming first years. I don't have enough life on me to be handing out pearls of wisdom, to act as if I know something special.
PEOPLE OF the University: It pleases us to announce the formation of a new secret society at the University, the 12 Society. You see, the way it happened was this--we (there were 12 of us, of course) were sitting around on Monday (July 12th), and we figured it would be really cool to form a secret society.
LAST TIME I checked, the Brooklyn Bridge wasn't on the real estate market. Yet every time I turn around, it seems some TV executive is trying to sell it to me.
IF I SCRATCH the cobwebs from my mind, I think I can remember back to that warm spring afternoon before my first year of college.
FIRST year is still vividly engrained in my mind: the new people and room, the late nights and the bad food.
