If you want to run for president of the Undergraduate Students Association Council without being a member of Bruins United or Students First!, you had better be either as rich as Ross Perot, or as crazy.

I have always considered theft the most circumstantial of the major sins.
I remember a spring break in high school that I spent at Walt Disney World.

When I was at home recently, there was an anti-abortion rally
outside the local Starbucks, complete with pictures of dead babies
and slogans about murder. The abortion-rights people got wind of
this rally ahead of time and posted themselves on the other side of
the street with slogans of their own, chanting and screaming to be
heard.

Over 208,000 students just got screwed over all at once. And
they probably didn’t even realize it.
At the UC Board of Regents’ May 18 meeting, which
addressed the recent compensation scandal and the possible
culpability of University of California President Robert Dynes, the
regents decided to give Dynes their support.

How many times have you seen a recipe for a cake that called for
two cups of high-fructose corn syrup? Or been sitting at the dinner
table with your parents and asked your father to pass the
sodium-lactate?

At 3:37 a.m., a guttural yell from outside makes its way through
the brick and mortar of the otherwise silent chambers of Powell
Library.
I have been there for four straight hours and, feeling entitled
to a break, quickly step out to investigate.

If I hear one more reference to
“Bushisms,†or one more person called
a “flip-flopper,†I am going to lose
it.
Haunted memories from the 2004 presidential election
— memories I would rather forget
— will not go away because every time I turn my
head, I hear politicians complaining about and bickering with each
other.

These days, whenever you hear someone talking about the
“price of freedom,” it is almost always expressed in a
body count.
My government tells me I have to accept a certain number of
American casualties and Iraqi collateral damage (read: dead
civilians).

I will not rest until UCLA is the best in the country.
It’s four days late for basketball, as we lost the
national championship game, and my messages to the NCAA demanding a
“do-over” have, as of this writing, remained
unanswered.

The idea was simple enough: I wanted to leave school for a
while.
During my first two years at UCLA, I was unable to shake the
nagging idea, like an itch on my brain, that there was more to be
gained from this institution.