With the Student Government elections happening today and Wednesday, you, the students, can have a say in what happens at UF.
I'm writing to wake up the students who go to football games here at UF. Our crowd on Saturday was embarrassing. You might say, "But we were so loud, what are you talking about?" I would ask you, how loud were you in the first half?
Charlie Weis, University of Notre Dame head football coach, might punch you in the face if you ask whether he's responsible for the first 0-5 start in school history. You can't say you blame him, either - you'd probably hit back if he asked about your C-plus in calculus.
Ah, a gentle breeze, the toll of the bells of Century Tower - and stacks of handbills shoved down your throat.
In response to Friday's column by Colleen Shea, "Everything causes cancer - we get it," I'm relieved I'm not the only one who is concerned that the number of "scientific" studies, which seemingly help society, are rising. I can't think of a single thing these "scientists" have unveiled that wasn't inconvenient.
Although I am not familiar with the departure of Joey Johnsen from Turlington Plaza, I felt compelled to respond to Ryan Heuser's Friday letter to the editor. His letter resounded with sorrowful loss, which many of us have or will experience in this life sooner or later. But his damnation decree for UF students without Johnsen is not the way to grieve a loss. Another preacher, Charles Stanley, once said, "It is not Jesus' voice accusing us of constantly falling short. He is the one who lives to intercede for us."
The time of the Student Government election is upon us. And you know what that means: The Alligator's endorsement will be bestowed on the most-deserving parties and candidates - or withheld because we think no one has any clue what they're doing.
The Sept. 28 Darts & Laurels said anti-war demonstrations worked to end the Vietnam War. Well, I guess you guys don't remember it so well since you weren't here then.
I'm miserable. I'm depressed. I'm down and out.
I'm writing in response to Friday's article "Businesses use Tasering incident in advertisements." I work at Gator Dawgs, a restaurant using the Meyer incident to its advantage. Krissy Abdullah has a problem, apparently, with people making the most of a situation and attempting to make a situation lighthearted.
I've lost count of how many times I've found bathroom stalls partially or completely unusable because of what I like to call "negligent use." Apparently, many among us are woefully uneducated in the field of toilet etiquette and usage, and it is our responsibility as a learning institution to pass these critical skills on to every student. Imagine the damage to The Gator Nation's image this is causing. Alumni letting toilet bowls fill to the brim and forcing their colleagues to wipe their urine off of toilet seats must be making quite a bad name for us.
I've just got to say, the loss to Auburn was heartbreaking, but what was even more heartbreaking was our team leaving the field without coming down toward the students and the band to sing our alma mater. The fact that we lost should be even more reason to show camaraderie. The fans lost their voices, shared in the disappointment of the loss and even shed some tears, so why not join us down in the end zone?
Now that Tasergate is winding down, we've been turning up the tunes and dancing around the newsroom. The clubs downtown ain't got nothin' on the movers and shakers in the Department of Darts & Laurels. Actually, the only reason we had time to write this is because our Spice Girls' CD is skipping, so we're giving the old boom box a break. While we listen to nothing but commercials on the radio, we'll bring you this week's toe-tappin' edition of…
Campus preacher leaving for South Korea?
I am writing in response to Thursday's column "RTS drivers should be more punctual." Perhaps Stephanie Rosenberg should sit on a bus for 12 hours straight and see how she feels when, while trying to eat lunch, she has students like herself start whining because the driver is doing something during "their time." Some Regional Transit System drivers spend more than 12 hours on a bus every day, and the least we students can do is have an ounce of compassion. They need to use the bathrooms, they need to stretch and, Heaven forbid, they need to eat.
Being a columnist, I feel it is my duty to provide you - the handful of people other than my parents who actually read this - with the most important news stories of the day. Hold on to your seats because today's topic is: Deadly Air Fresheners.
I'm sure everyone can recall instances when riding an RTS bus was less than pleasant and would certainly want for the buses to arrive promptly, according to schedule, in addition to also having room to comfortably fit on the bus. Now imagine that multiplied by almost 8 million.
I write Joey Johnsen this letter as Paul wrote the Romans, with "great heaviness and . . . sorrow in my heart." I know I speak for the entire UF community when I write that we will daily feel Johnsen's absence. What will we do without him? I am certain we shall go to hell.
I'm responding to Thursday's letter "No progress with Gator." Ben Cavataro is right: The Gator Party isn't perfect. Like many other organizations around campus it has made a fatal blunder: It let in human beings. People try their best and fail. They exert themselves and come up short. They do the best they can and it still isn't enough. But that's life.
Yesterday during the SG-sponsored Student Speak-Out on the Plaza of Americas, I watched as the organizers struggled to get the numerous onlookers to voice their opinions. Some asked why this was a problem. And as I watched many students walk by with their new technologies and material assets, it became clear - materialism took precedence.
Solutions by The State News
