THERE is a battle occurring inside each one of us. Our animalistic side is fighting our rational side.
WITH ALL the legal wrangling taking place in Florida and across our fair country, I only feel the slightest bit deprived because of the cruelty of time.
WALKING between classes last week, I overheard one University student comment on how hard it is to be a woman at the University.
FOR AS long as I can remember, my grandmother has displayed in a framed picture case a phrase that has recently become my favorite to quote and to pass around: "Sometimes we forget how far we've progressed and how much we've accomplished." This passage couldn't be truer.
DO YOU know who your teachers are? A recent study indicates that close to half of American college instructors in humanities disciplines are part-time - either graduate students or adjunct faculty.
EVERYONE has heard the adage "publish or perish" whether or not they are a member of an academic community.
REMEMBER these proud words from childhood: "I did it all by myself, nobody helped me." Maybe it was when you read a book or made a cake.
MY FATHER, with his endless amounts of wisdom, says that the 2000 election proves one thing - people in Florida are stupid.
WHEN I was in the fourth grade, I ran for student council. The election process went something like this: Any student, with a recommendation from his or her teacher, could run for student council.
AT THE end of the nineteenth century, the rise of anti-Jewish sentiment in Eastern Europe resulted in the first modern waves of Jewish emigration to Palestine.
FEEL-GOOD politics really irritate me. Each time we have a major disagreement in this country, commentators come out of the woodwork, pleading for "bipartisanship," which in this context essentially means that nobody is allowed to disagree about anything, no matter how substantive the issue.
YOU CAN'T believe everything you read. In last week's Cavalier Daily, two pieces on the Opinion page cited the lack of an evaluation system that students can refer to when choosing classes.
THE INFINITE traffic light at the Cavalier Inn. The jagged, hairpin curve on Wertland Street behind the Corner.
FOR THE last two weeks, as the election controversy has unfolded, the national media has kept up a phenomenal level of coverage on the events in Florida.
THOSE who bemoan priority registra- tion for Echols Scholars and students with a truckload of Advanced Placement credits - there are plenty of you - should stop whining. It is insufficient simply to complain about this issue; if you care about resolving it, you'll offer a better alternative.
THE PERVASIVE addiction to AOL's Instant Messenger is no longer considered an unhealthy obsession with chat culture; it is a way of life.
THERE are some things in this world that just don't make sense: those crop circles in Iowa, supposedly made by aliens, the fact that the Spice Girls came out of two-hit-wonder oblivion long enough to put out a new album, and the fact that people actually are buying it.
THE HEADLINE of The Cavalier Daily arrested me from my usual Grounds-walking haze. "University drug crackdown" - for a moment I wondered if those wacky kids at The Declaration had created a fake edition, but no, this was the real Cavalier Daily. Federal indictments!
OKAY, first things first: Ralph Nader can kiss my ass. What else can you say about a man who, for the explicit purpose of ego gratification, has likely put in office a candidate whose principles he vehemently opposes?
LEADING up to the election, you would not find a more vehement supporter of Vice President Al Gore.
