Calendar compromises engineers
By Chris DelGrosso | November 22, 1999TO ANYONE who has compared Engineering School women to Rottweilers with graphing calculators: Watch out.
TO ANYONE who has compared Engineering School women to Rottweilers with graphing calculators: Watch out.
FIRST off, I'd like to recognize some of the neat features that appeared in last week's papers. Monday's in-depth book reviews were great -- if you missed The Cavalier Daily's "Book Review 1999," look around for an extra copy.
THE REPUBLICAN nomination is Texas Gov. George W. Bush's to lose. Those stakes are high, but some are still higher: Take, for example, the place of the United States in the world.
THE STUDENTS of the University pay numerous fees to the University. From the Comprehensive Fee to parking fees to the Student Activities Fee, the administration finds numerous ways to extract money from the students. The most odious is the SAF, which violates students' constitutional liberties and is inefficient to students' wishes.
IMAGINE a University without Madison House, the Pep Band or The Declaration. Imagine no student groups with Lawn tables, no flyers covering the bulletin boards in Cabell Hall, and few opportunities for first-year students to get involved in anything, since they can't rush a fraternity or sorority, of course.
I'VE NEVER put a cigarette to my lips, but I've probably smoked a thousand or so in my lifetime.
UNIVERSITY administrators should not get rich by forcing students into debt. While the University drops in the rankings and faculty members eye higher-paying jobs at Ivy League schools, too many administrators take home princely sums in salaries and benefits, all the while blaming Richmond for their institution's lack of performance. During the Casteen administration, the University's student population has grown by 326 students.
YOU HAVE to hand it to Jonathan Swift's dauntless Lemuel Gulliver. When he woke up that fine spring morning to discover himself hog-tied by a bunch of tiny island natives, he didn't fight.
OCT. 12 was the Day of Six Billion - the day that the world's six-billionth child was born. The United Nations, among others, has been hyping this day as a call to action.
ALL YOU want to buy is a loaf of bread and a quart of milk. But from the way the grocery store cashier is moving, the bread will go stale and the milk turn sour before you actually get through the checkout line.
LITTLE more than a week away, Thanksgiving will provide a welcome respite for University students feeling the familiar end-of-semester crunch.
IT SEEMS that mankind consistently thinks things were better in the past. Whether arising from wist- ful nostalgia or the simple failing of our brains, this rosier picture of yesterday always seems to seep into the collective consciousness.
IT'S HARD to believe that Bill Gates could have a bad day. If you're the richest guy in the world, a leading technological mogul who is sitting on a corporation with a nearly half-trillion-dollar market value, it's tough to fathom much of anything that could ruin your financial afternoon.
BEER CANS and pizza boxes. College campuses quite possibly may be the largest producers of recyclable material in the nation.
IMAGINE a four-year-old toddler in a black and white checkered dress, black patent leather shoes and ribbons in her swinging braids.
AS CHAIR of the Faculty Senate, I am charged with speaking for what we in the faculty have come to call intellectual community, that is, the experiences students have in and out of the classroom which add up to the overall education you receive at the University. With that in mind, I have crafted the following Top 10 list of accumulated wisdom that you might consider as you begin planning your courses for next semester. Rule 10: Come at the last possible minute to get a signature.
INTERVIEWING is a tricky business and the normal difficulty inherent in asking the right people the right questions is made even more problematic during investigative reporting.
COUNTRY music star Alan Jackson croons in his song "Little Man" about the decline of small business in the face of national chains.
ONCE, DURING my senior year of high school, my friends and I huffed three cartridges of model airplane propellant and tried to go to a football game really high because we heard a few seniors had done it the year before.
JIMMY Fictional wants to be cool. Ever since he came to the University last fall, Jimmy has wanted to be one of those ultra-cool kids everyone envies and imitates.