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.
AFTER a brief hiatus, the royal family is back in Washington, D.C. Now that coronation week is over and George II's seat on his father's throne is warm, we can step back from the situation to examine the lamentable trend he demonstrates - the gradually but steadily narrowing circle of political involvement.
THE DEBATES over President Bush's tax plan have centered on the role that it will have in stopping an impending recession that many economists are predicting on the horizon.
STARTING on the first week of February, the Law School will begin restricting access to its facilities between the hours of 9 pm and 6 am.
AFTER a relaxing, peaceful, month-long winter break, every college student faces an inevitable struggle - the realization that he or she must return to that dreaded state of reading, writing and attending lectures, otherwise known as learning.
THERE'S a new chief in town, and he's lookin' for a fight. President George W. Bush's recently unveiled education plan has a distinctively "tough on crime" feel to it.
MY FELLOW Wahoos, lend me your ears, take out a pen and write down this date: Thursday, Feb. 1, 4 p.m.
MOST OF us don't like to acknowledge our prejudices, but we have them. I remember my attitude when I started college and my grandma offered to recommend me for membership in her sorority.
The 111th: This week was the last official week of the 111th Managing Board of The Cavalier Daily.
