2008 Woodie Awards
A semester in review
Editorial
Date created: 5/21/04 Section: OPINION
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Reflecting on this semester calls to mind many fond memories of being the chief cook and bottle washer for this rag we call a newspaper. Forgive me while I shed a tear and reminisce over the painful joy that is running a ship held together with duct tape and prayers.
Issue 1:
Ah, I love fresh meat. There's nothing like taking a group of newbies who barely know the difference between AP and MLA styles, and thwacking into their skulls the importance of following the holy bible of newspapers, the AP style manual (even if you follow it very loosely). Or the conflict and controversy over whether or not to run an expletive within the paper. Well, this time I got overruled and my expletives were deleted.
Issue 2:
There's nothing like being used as a tool... for politicians. Moving on, there was the issue of giving Trojans (condoms) to the Trojans (students). In our online poll, after you remove my joking options and condense them into two categories, 41 people voted against the distribution, and 31 people voted for it. Have we really created a climate on campus where a smart gesture is viewed with the prudish lens that is inherent within our society? Or is it possible that you 41 people took the biggest share of the condoms for your own nefarious purposes, such as a water fight behind building 8? Or how about for testing out the suspension in the latest hot rod to come out at the on campus auto department?
And if you think this is bathroom humor, you really need to pay more attention to Frank Romero's articles, and be grateful you didn't see the alternate photograph that nearly ran with the Doggy Diner article in Issue 6. It could scare a hungry dog off a garbage pile... for life.
Issue 3:
REPRESENT! Yet again we go up to Sacramento to protest budget cuts, and yet again we are denied an opportunity to talk with the head honcho. The Talisman, purveyor of fine artistic musings, is now in its 35th year. And don't forget, this time we came down like a sixteen pound sledgehammer on Nader. We're still trying to remove the green stains from the walls. Then there was the joy of drowning our sorrows... I mean taste testing to bring a little cheer to everyone on Saint Patrick's Day.
Issue 1:
Ah, I love fresh meat. There's nothing like taking a group of newbies who barely know the difference between AP and MLA styles, and thwacking into their skulls the importance of following the holy bible of newspapers, the AP style manual (even if you follow it very loosely). Or the conflict and controversy over whether or not to run an expletive within the paper. Well, this time I got overruled and my expletives were deleted.
Issue 2:
There's nothing like being used as a tool... for politicians. Moving on, there was the issue of giving Trojans (condoms) to the Trojans (students). In our online poll, after you remove my joking options and condense them into two categories, 41 people voted against the distribution, and 31 people voted for it. Have we really created a climate on campus where a smart gesture is viewed with the prudish lens that is inherent within our society? Or is it possible that you 41 people took the biggest share of the condoms for your own nefarious purposes, such as a water fight behind building 8? Or how about for testing out the suspension in the latest hot rod to come out at the on campus auto department?
And if you think this is bathroom humor, you really need to pay more attention to Frank Romero's articles, and be grateful you didn't see the alternate photograph that nearly ran with the Doggy Diner article in Issue 6. It could scare a hungry dog off a garbage pile... for life.
Issue 3:
REPRESENT! Yet again we go up to Sacramento to protest budget cuts, and yet again we are denied an opportunity to talk with the head honcho. The Talisman, purveyor of fine artistic musings, is now in its 35th year. And don't forget, this time we came down like a sixteen pound sledgehammer on Nader. We're still trying to remove the green stains from the walls. Then there was the joy of drowning our sorrows... I mean taste testing to bring a little cheer to everyone on Saint Patrick's Day.
