QUICK, who are the nine front-runners for the 2004 Democratic Presidential nomination? Stuck on Joe Lieberman and John Kerry?
THERE aren't many imaginable issues that have the power to unite steadfast conservative Republicans like Dick Armey and Bob Barr under the same banner as both Al Sharpton and John Kerry.
LAST WEEK, the Middle East peace process began anew, absent the familiar face of Yasser Arafat. The longtime Palestinian leader was recently sidelined in favor of Prime Minister Mahmoud Abbas, a new leader uncompromised by terrorist associations.
SOME OF the best scenery in the world is being destroyed bit by bit. Early this month, the government of mainland China closed the floodgates on the Three Gorges Dam.
IT HAS been a while since my last column, which was written just before the incident involving the alleged assault on Daisy Lundy.
IF I READ any more excerpts from Hillary Clinton's new book or see any more of her interviews, I am going to throw up. Yes, that's right, I will physically be sick.
LET'S just get one thing straight: I am not fighting for the East Coast, I am not anti-West Coast.
IT SEEMS people once believed that drunk girls in thong bikinis woulddraw tourists to beaches, but these days beach regulators are finding the opposite to be true.
WHAT'S a president to do when the economy is stuck in a rut and an election year is coming up? Cut taxes!
LAST WEEK, President Bush plunged headfirst into the Middle East peace process, meeting with Israeli and Palestinian leaders to discuss a new plan for their reconciliation.
I STILL remember the first day I worked at The Cavalier Daily. I even still remember the title of my first article: "Faculty work for Judaic major." When I entered the University, the Jewish Studies major still was in the planning stages.
THE FALL semester started out with the first anniversary of Sept. 11, accompanied by frighteningly low water reservoir levels.
THE STORIES in this newspaper impact our lives in profound ways. One changed mine forever. I was excited yet paralyzed with fear.
I NEVER wanted to attend the University of Virginia. It was probably my last choice of schools, but when all the acceptance and rejection letters were in and all the tuition numbers had been crunched, U.Va.
FOR A LONG time now I've wondered what it is going to look like when I head up to the top step of the Rotunda and set off on my last walk down the Lawn as an undergraduate.
AS I SIT here writing my last words in The Cavalier Daily, I can't help but remember how petrified I was when I came to write my first article during the first week of my second year.It was not that I did not want to write for The Cavalier Daily; I had wanted to do that ever since I went to the Newcomb Hall Crawl my first week at the University. But for some reason there was always something holding me back.
I'VE WANTED to write this column ever since I started at the paper. Hoping to have acquired some profound fourth-year wisdom to espouse to my fellow Wahoos, I sadly am at a loss.
THE INDIVIDUAL who penned the aphorism, "It's not the destination that counts, it's the journey" had no connection with the real world.
