WE ALL HAD one of those toys when we were little. You remember: that circular toy where you point the arrow in the middle, pull the string, and the toy would play back a brief sound clip from a nursery rhyme or children's song.
IF WE'VE heard it once, we've heard it a thousand times -- as undergraduates at Mr. Jefferson's University, we should be scholars, rather than just students.
DEAN OF African-American Affairs M. Rick Turner is out of control. His prejudiced stereotyping of white Americans last week has no place at the University. At a panel on diversity and affirmative action, Turner told the audience "White parents from the right believe their children have a God-given right to everything." ("Panel discusses views on race and admissions policies," The Cavalier Daily, Feb.
Americans like having lots of things to choose from. When they go out to eat, Americans want a restaurant that has a great variety of different items on the menu.
ALL I REALLY could see in the darkness was that they were naked. A few obviously were male; a few obviously were female.
VALENTINE'S Day has come and gone, leaving behind piles of chocolates and acres of roses. Many people enjoyed romantic dates with their college sweethearts, exchanged gifts and had a great day.
LONG AGO, a University admissions officer decided that some trees, some buildings and some kids pretty much can sum up the college experience.
The Messages on the Bryan Hall walkway this week have displayed some anger over Honor Committee Education School representative Jim Haley's proposal to eliminate the seriousness standard when an honor violation includes academic cheating.
Life is like a Cranberry Farms turkey dinner, or at least working at The Cavalier Daily is.
Well, here it is: my first, last and only time writing for The Cavalier Daily. It's frightening considering in the three years I've given to the paper, I've designed boxes, put in layouts, rolled flats, never once have I written, until now.
Every good beginning comes from some other beginning's end. Now that the bell has tolled on my collegiate journalism career, I stand out of breath, but wiser, knowing that when 160 people come together and try their best, great things can and will happen, even when no money changes hands.
"And so it is this We too are left standing with the others We two are no more." -ETB Separation is a strange thing. Sometimes parting is premature.
The snow floated gently through the streetlight's yellow glow. I stood entranced as bits of white began to cling to my face, and at that moment a vaguely familiar elation overcame me.
FOR ALL the talk of the freedoms we enjoy in this country, we often neglect to mention one of the most important -- the freedom to be weird.
WE'VE ALL heard the slogan a thousand times from a thousand different people. Our parents tell us when we're young, our teachers tell us through school, at college orientation everyone tells us.
AS I HAVE served as the Student Member on the Board of Visitors since last March, I can honestly say that I have spent close to a year pondering the issue of whether or not the student member should have a vote.
THE NUMBER of applicants to the University plummeted this year because people talk. They talk to their sisters, brothers, cousins and friends.
IMAGINE a group of 17 adults, most of whom are at least as old as our parents, and many of whom live great distances from Charlottesville.
THE SKY outside may be a drab shade of gray, but the politics of the day quickly have become a matter of black and white.
SIXTEEN percent doesn't sound like much. But a 16-percent drop in undergraduate applications is a lot.
