Is it possible to pinpoint the moment when Americans decided boardroom decisions stem solely from deception and derision? Did the Enron debacle of 2004 set tongues ablaze, or have we long had reasons to distrust corporate America?
As a college student, I welcome almost any chance to celebrate. Just a few days ago I celebrated the four-month anniversary of the end of spring classes. My apologies if I forgot to invite you, but don't worry. We had so much fun, we're going to do it again next month. I'll Facebook you.
I know, I know - UF President Bernie Machen has made resolving UF's debt problem his calling card. But despite a cost-cutting task force, a hiring freeze and a tuition plan without immediate short-term benefits, one solution to the problem has not been addressed.
UF is bursting at the seams with new opportunities for every type of student. There is a colorful cornucopia of clubs to join, an endless sea of parties to crash, a large number of athletic-based activities to avoid and a ginormous stack of coupons to treasure - all of which are great if you are a fearless person who isn?t afraid to fall flat on your face diving for a Frisbee.
BEducation is one of the few things a person is willing to pay for and not get,C William Lowe Bryan once said.
If you haven?t heard of Bo Diddley yet, head over to iTunes and (legally) download a few of his songs. But why should you care about a musician who was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1987 and given a lifetime achievement Grammy Award in 1998?
I am writing in response to Monday's article, "UF band marches on." I can relate to Scarlet Basler's frustrations in being assigned to play a sousaphone after years at the oboe. I joined the Gator Band in 1961 having played trumpet and baritone in high school, only to find all of those positions filled. I was asked to join the crew of the Big Bass Drum, a six-foot drum that sat on a large rolled carriage.
They meander across campus, maps held high in front of their faces, barely knowing where they are going in the next four minutes - let alone the next four years. Yes, UF's newest batch of fresh-faced, doe-eyed freshmen is here, and they are, for the most part, clueless.
I heard through the Greekvine that the Greek community needs a makeover. Apparently some silly television show filled with sex and sex and beer - oh my! - bruised their peach-like reputation. I put together some slogans for them. Here's my top sorority slogan: "To-ga, to-ga, to-gather under the bonds of sisterhood is a wonderful idea." It says, "We're a little formal, but we're here for the party, too." They can thank me later.
Our Student Senate is finally getting back to work. We can?t blame them for taking it easy over the break. It was summer, after all, and nothing is more tempting than a cool pool and an icy drink. We wouldn?t want to be cooped up in the Reitz Union while all our friends played Frisbee on the beach.
After spending the summer interning in Washington D.C., I?ve learned that politics are about as useful as hanging chads, and congressional interns are more stuck up than their do-nothing bosses on Capitol Hill.
As we?ve all realized, perhaps too late, summer is ending, and the summer driving season is coming to a complete stop. Considering the price of gas, that?s probably a good thing. But long after our collective finances have recovered from the petrol outlays of summer 2007, we?ll be hearing about gas and more energy issues from a whole host of Democratic and Republican presidential candidates.