Drinking on college campuses is a serious problem. Certain
occasions are worthy of a few drinks, but when a person can’t
be involved in a normal conversation, or seems to think doing his
personal variation of the “monkey dance” is the most
attractive thing in the world, the drinking has gone too far.

I want peace. I love peace. I would pay any price necessary to
attain peace. Yes, even the price of a morally waged war.
Without morally waged war, black people would still be
wrongfully enslaved in the South (case in point: U.S.

Stress and caffeine levels are at their all-time highs. Beach
trips and social events are at their all-time lows. And our
beautiful Powell Library has transformed itself into the infamous,
overly packed, “Club Powell” (ID’s are required
““ VIP entry only after 10 p.m.).

I have a few pounds of dynamite strapped around my waist. My
goal is to murder and maim as many innocent civilians as possible.
Try to stop me.

As I heard news of the tragic fate of the
Space Shuttle Columbia, a tear came to my eye. I began to
wonder why. I did not know any of the astronauts, and I have never
been involved with NASA’s Space Exploration Program.

For the bunch of “intellectuals” we supposedly are,
our lives as college students revolve around the darndest
things.
Guys spend too much time talking about sports and cars, and
girls spend too much time talking about clothes and hair.

Hello. My name is Adir, and I am a
virgin. Huh? What? This isn’t the VA
(Virgins-Anonymous) meeting? Well, that’s okay. Since I
am proud to possess my virginity, I do not need a forum of fellow
virgins to express my thoughts.