It would be hard to imagine UR sports this year without the members of the class of 2008. The seniors' leadership and experience has been a catalyst for the success of many of the Yellowjacket teams this year. For the men's soccer team, a lot of the credit for its Sweet 16 NCAA tournament appearance goes to the team's eight seniors.
In this day and age, overstimulated by the wealth of information at our disposal, we tend to rely heavily on predictions. With the NFL draft but a few weeks ago and primary season still continuing (well, at least for one party), armchair sports writers and pundits lay down their selections as to who will get picked in the first round and which candidate will win which state.
I'm not really sure why I chose to apply or attend UR. My reasons at the time were lame and flimsy, and I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I asked the Admissions Office a few questions, but they weren't very truthful; then again, I probably asked the wrong questions.
In psychology class, I learned that the fastest period of growth in life happens when we are first born. Well, the person who said that obviously didn't study college students. The amount that I have grown and learned over these past four years is unrivaled at any other juncture in my life.
What is it about these four years that should make us want to cry when it's over? That our friends won't be living next door? That we'll have to actually earn a living to buy food? That we can no longer sleep until noon on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays? That we have to worry about actual, real police instead of security guards? Apparently, it's all of that.
According to Medical Emergency Response Team's "D-Day Impact Report," released last week by Director of Operations of River Campus MERT and junior Laura Bailer, there were less calls to MERT during this year's Dandelion Day on Saturday, April 26, than in either of the previous two years.
By Andrew Schwartz
Throughout my adolescence, I accumulated a distinct picture of the "true" college experience. My cousin, who played football at an Ivy League school, taught me that college girls were "easy and loose for an ear and a masseuse." In Junior high, my best friend's brother, who attended a state school in the south, told me that he had two girlfriends at the same time.
