WHEN I began researching and brainstorming for this article it was tough to distill a single point why students should not pass the honor referenda.
HI, I'M JOHNNY Knoxville and this is Extreme Irresponsibility. It happens far too often in our society that parents will seek to shift the blame for their own incompetence from themselves to the media, or even more obnoxiously, to "society." You and I know how absurd this is, but it makes for an interesting story, so most news outlets will continue to publish this plea no matter how ridiculous it gets. By now, most of us are familiar with the planned lawsuit on behalf of Jason Lind, a Connecticut 13-year-old who set himself ablaze while mimicking a television stunt.
IN ABOUT three weeks, the student body will have the opportunity to vote on four packages of amendments to the Honor Committee constitution.
LITTLE things bother me. A hamburger with too much ketchup. A desk that wobbles. Sitting on an airport tarmac for six hours.
DATE RAPE drugs. Those may be the three scariest words I've ever read. But never in my wildest dreams did I think that phrase could ever become more than words on a page - that it would jump out of a book to touch my life.
PICTURE this: a board meeting. The new recruit, fresh out of U.Va., is busily scribbling, taking note of everything important.
AS OFFICIAL North Grounds Goodwill Ambassador to this newspaper's readership, it only seems appropriate to alert those in the University community to the arrival of a new neighborhood resident.
WALKING down Main Street late Tuesday night, I was stopped by the mumblings of a man. "I'm angry," the man muttered as he stumbled past.
RUSH. THE word kind of makes your stomach turn, doesn't it? Associated with it are images of black pants, small talk and hard core partying.
THE 112th Managing Board is off to a strong start. I suspect by now they are mostly stunned by the amount of work and time they will have to put in on a daily basis, and so I was pleased to see such a good job this first week.
BETWEEN the continuing ethical lapses of the Clintons and the hoopla over whether or not President Bush is living up to his promises of bipartisanship, most University students -- like the country as a whole -- have become skeptical about government.
I am writing my farewell column for an organization I never thought I would join. And reflecting now on my last three years with The Cavalier Daily, I would not change a thing. I left high school with an intensely bitter taste for school publications.
In high school, I felt the wonder of writing fiction for the first time. I marveled at the way words and images came together, the way it helped me figure out my life as an Irish immigrant and a kid growing up in Queens.
The middle of June 1997, sitting under the bright lights of a football stadium in southeastern Virginia.
WRITERS write like dogs bark. We do it because of nature and instinct. We do it because something makes us, because we're compelled to express ourselves in a certain way, at a certain volume. I'm at the end of one line in a short career of writing.
AT LEAST there never was a dull moment. Whether I was wiring my modem to a pay phone to file an election night story from Texas, escaping from the office to go sledding on dining hall trays, experiencing the thrill of being named one of the best college newspapers in the nation or getting my own office door slammed in my face and blue pens thrown at me, working at The Cavalier Daily was a priceless education. In nearly four years at the CD, I've discovered that when you work more than 60 hours a week without pay, carry a full course load, manage your peers and still love your job, you've chosen the right profession. I turned down one of the top-ranked journalism schools to come to the University, and what I found here instead was a cluttered, windowless place in the basement of Newcomb Hall that tested the limits of who I am and pushed me farther than I ever thought possible.
(You need a strong start. Something flashy to catch the reader's eye before you hit them with the hard facts...) So, my girlfriend had this dog.
PERHAPS the best discussion section I have ever had here at the University was that for ENGL 381, History of Literature in English I, during the first semester of my second year.
COMMON sense tells us a lot of things. It tells us not to buy overpriced clothes. It tells us not to drink too much on a school night.
THERE'S a war on, in case you didn't know. We don't get too many reports from the front lines, but it is a war nonetheless.
