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By Brent Garland | January 22, 2001AS THE Cavalier Daily resumes publication in the new year, I would like to take this opportunity to review some aspects of the paper's performance from last semester.
AS THE Cavalier Daily resumes publication in the new year, I would like to take this opportunity to review some aspects of the paper's performance from last semester.
RUSH IS for the mainstream. Rush is for people who dress a certain way or are a certain skin color.
ALTHOUGH many try, few universities legitimately can consider themselves "public Ivies." The University certainly is one of them, if not the original.
THERE are a few big differences between high school and college, and most of them have to do with freedom.
SENATOR John Ashcroft certainly is not the popular hero of the ACLU or NOW, but neither is half the conservative population of America.
SO YOU bought all your text books and restocked your supply of pens and notebooks. You feel ready and prepared for the new semester.
NUDE GIRLS! Warhol & Rothko at SFMOMA. citizenkane@castro. As I was walking around San Francisco last week, my eyes barely noted most of the thousands of neon signs, banners and other postings of information covering the city.
EVERYONE has a few. You pass by them every day. Perhaps it is in the computer lab, or maybe one of the fitness centers.
EVERY time you think you've seen the lowest of the low, the most ridiculous of the ridiculous, and the most frightening of the frightening, along comes something far worse.
COMING back, one can't help but notice the abundance of anti-Greek and anti-rush signs up around grounds.
IT'S LIKE the national Catholic anthem this time of year. Every Sunday, four weeks in a row, right before Christmas, Catholic churches everywhere will sing "O Come All Ye Faithful." Families have huge meals of ham and turkey and brightly colored cookies.
GOING to my roommate's for Thanksgiving was really fun -- with my small family, I had never experienced the phenomenon of eating the traditional meal with 15 other people.
AS THIS last edition of The Cavalier Daily for the year 2000 rolls off the presses, the semester draws to a close.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE to ignore these bells when you hear them ringing. Yes, the infamous sound of the Salvation Army bells can now be heard all over town.
DURING the upcoming holidays, celebrate Thanksgiving a second time, and do it a bit differently.
TO MOST people, the holiday season means Christmas, Hanukkah or Kwanzaa and New Year's. But for Canadians, our friendly neighbors to the north, the month of December brings another tradition: Boxing Day. Every year I look at my calendar, while frantically trying to coordinate end-of-semester activities, and idly wonder what Boxing Day really is.
TAKE A deep breath. Survive one more week of classes, get through finals, and we will be free of academic stress until next semester.
DEAR SANTA, Technically, it's silly for me to be writing you because I'm Jewish and because you don't exist, but if you'll indulge me ... Below is my holiday wish list.
I LOVE winter. I love the feeling of my lungs filling up with cold, clean, fresh air. I love roasting marshmallows and campfires.
'TWAS the week before exams, As odd thoughts filled my head. I'm excited about these tests, They don't fill me with dread. Certainly, I'm thrilled That this class work will be done. But the real reason is much deeper, It's what makes the season such fun. The real reason should not Be an idea that is new. After next week, we're home. How could exams make you blue? We all should be excited, For something personal to not just me. It's a thing common to us all, It's home, can't you see? It's important to remember, The fun this semester has been. But it is the thoughts of home That will make us grin. After the pain of next week, You'll spend time with your brother. You'll talk with your sister, Your father and mother. These days up ahead Are filled with great joy. Much different than summer, This break won't be coy. Pretty soon you shall greet, With friends you've ignored. You'll share stories and laughter, Never once feeling bored. We'll have our freedom back, When these exams finish. Life won't be about grades, We'll do what we wish. Home has a nice ring to it, And I've been saying it often. It reminds me of peace, Of family -- my own personal heaven. These semesters, they fly by, I don't think anyone would doubt. When we realize how fast time passes, It's hard not to pout. Now I am one to complain, As I sit here and realize. Where has the time gone? I can see age in my eyes. Where are those days Of my irresponsible youth? I write this on a Saturday night, What could be better proof? I definitely do lament, This quick passage of time, But these coming weeks are different, They've encouraged me to rhyme. It's home that we work for, It should be our reason. Don't let exams get you down, They're not part of the season. This morning try to smile, Because the end is quite near. Yes, it's a sign we're getting older, And that is something to fear. But it's also a sign, That vacation is 'round the corner. The home cooked feasts are near, And the car we'll soon pack her. We long for the days when We're free from toil of class, The days we can sleep, And still have time for Mass. We long for those days, So close, they're a danger. To make it through these exams, We'll need to stay focused a little longer. Though this semester shall end, With each Blue Book we give We'll still look forward To the next semester we'll live. We look forward to new classes, To new lessons and new books. We look forward to a clean slate, One without crannies or nooks. These days will come soon, Bringing with them new knowledge. I wish you the best next week. Hey, it's part of college. So, make sure you are safe, As home you'll soon seek. The joy of the season to all, And to all: Good luck next week. (Luke Ryan is a Cavalier Daily columnist.)