UW-Madison student resigns from labor codes committee
The Labor Codes and Licensing Advisory Committee dealt with more changes when UW-Madison senior Melanie Meyer resigned Jan. 30 due to structural changes and administrative intervention.
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The Labor Codes and Licensing Advisory Committee dealt with more changes when UW-Madison senior Melanie Meyer resigned Jan. 30 due to structural changes and administrative intervention.
We're getting down to the end of the year and, needless to say, I'm waxing philosophical. As spring flowers bloom and my college career comes to a close, it's natural to look back upon the past four years and consider everything that's happened, and then start screaming when I realize I don't have a job yet and I might have to stop drinking six nights out of every week.
At last, at long last, the icy clutches of winter are fading away and the warm tendrils of spring are spreading over our campus like just-thawing molasses. Spring brings many things with it: warmer temperatures, inexpressible urges to throw around ovoid leather objects and a variety of fantastic creatures that will wreak havoc on my psyche. Creatures like mosquitoes (Culiseta melanura), hornets (Vespa dentate) and centipedes (Keatonae scareshitlessi).
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As I reached the peak of the mountain and surveyed the surrounding lands, I turned to my faithful traveling companion.
I've always wanted to be a doctor.This means different things to some people. One of my male friends wants to be a gynecologist. He thinks this will get him more ass, but I believe it will turn him gay. Another of my friends wishes to be a farm veterinarian - while this will guarantee asses of many sizes, they might not be of the desired species.
According to the calendar, it's spring. Although the snow on the ground may argue otherwise, now is the time for rebirth and regrowth. The time for new beginnings. The time to take expensive trips to exotic locations while drinking heavily without regard for standards of deceny or morality.
I've never been exactly what you would call a do-it-yourselfer.
It was a cloudy night. A single streetlamp illuminated the corner of Cynicism Street and Despair Boulevard where the dilapidated Noir Building stood. Once a monument to prosperity, it now served to remind those wallowing at the bottom of the economic food chain just how far they had fallen.
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I was dreaming. Not a particularly pleasant or bad dream, but the sort of dream that you wouldn't mind staying in for a while because at least the act of dreaming implies that you are asleep and don't have to deal with the endless stream of misfortunes that is life. The point is, I was taking a nap. And then there was a loud crash. My door flew open and in came a hulking figure with ominous shadows crowding the door behind him, roughly shaking me awake, saying, Keaton! We have to go right now!""
I was at the SERF last week engaging in an ancient self-mutilation ritual I like to call the cardio room"" when I overheard a conversation next to me. The participants in this little chat were wearing matching bubble gum-pink short shorts, leisurely sauntering on treadmills and watching CNN, where John McCain was delivering a stump speech.
I'm not exactly what you would call a religious person."" For instance, I believe anyone who tells me they hear God speaking to them needs to see a psychiatrist, not a priest. But sometimes, whether you believe in a higher power or not, it sure feels as if the universe is trying to send you a message.
Ah, the Holiday season. A time to reflect upon the year. A time to think of others' needs - and the global economy. A time to argue about religion-specific identifiers (the Kwannakamas season, anyone?). A time to listen to incredibly annoying Christmas music on the radio 24/7 for an entire month.
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