A MAN WAS killed in Indiana Monday morning. He wasn't mugged and stabbed. He wasn't run over by a reckless or drunk driver.
THIS IS now the third draft of my "parting shot." These words, after all, are the final ones I will ever have printed in The Cavalier Daily, and thus cannot be taken lightly.
WHEN I was applying to schools, U.Va. wasn't on my short list by any means. I had no interest in coming here, but my parents really wanted me to apply.
EVERYONE needs a little lift-off in their lives. We are all blessed to be standing here this Graduation Day.
THIS IS to keep a promise I made two years ago, while sitting in a tiny Lambeth living room watching Connecticut beat Duke on television, waiting for "One Shining Moment" to come on and trying not to cry. We were friends from first year, guys that lived the floor below me.
MY DAD loved to tell stories. The one about him joyriding his teacher's motorbike up and down Balrickard Hill when he should have been in class.
MY LOVE of movies is well docu-mented, but what most people don't realize about me is that my real delusion finds me as the star of a television show.
ONE BY one, we climbed out the bathroom window and onto the roof. From three stories up at 4 a.m.
WRITING an article for The Cavalier Daily does seem like a strange thing for me to do. All my years here I've worked as a photographer, where I took pride in presenting information through a visual medium.
OH GOOD heavens. It really is over, isn't it? I just started to type the second line of my byline - the one that in four years has morphed from "staff writer" through "sports editor" to the oh-so has-been "columnist" - and I realized I don't get a title anymore.
ALTHOUGH this may seem like a faux pas for a graduation issue dedicated to reliving wonderful memories and experiences at the University, I cannot help but look back to my first year in Charlottesville and remember how much I wanted to transfer.
GRADUATION brings about epiphanies. I'm not sure if it's some rush to the head, as all the blood in your body goes into overdrive, in anxious anticipation of things to come, or something more ethereal.
BACK IN the day before his uber-politico status, Tom Bednar was my editor. He taught me the cardinal rule of op-ed writing: Never let "I" or emotions play too big a role in an article.
F IRST of all, I'd like to thank the graduating staff of The Cavalier Daily for their support in my many hours of need and wish them all well in whatever they end up doing.
AS I SAT on the floor of my room earlier this week, my back supported by an old dusty couch and my mind comfortably on cruise control, I thought about the columns I'd written this year and what they had attempted to accomplish.
ON JAN. 1, 1994, the governments of the United States, Canada and Mexico implemented a new policy known as the North American Trade Agreement in order to regulate trade between the three nations.
MANY STUDENTS consider Commercial Law to be one of the best courses at the University. Yet some students in the College of Arts and Sciences had to wait for more than a week from when registration began to try to get into the few slots left over after students in the Commerce School enrolled.
SEN. HILLARY Rodham Clinton (D-NY) has shown herself to be a hypocritical, dishonest and unethical individual.
I AM NOT denying it. For the last couple of years, I've derided President George W. Bush's intelligence and presidential capabilities - or rather, lack thereof - as often as anyone.
I T'S ALWAYS amusing that people refer to the college experience as the start of "the real world." Because - and thank goodness for this - it is about as far from the real world as one could get without controlled substances.
