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Just today, as I was preparing to laze about in the single weekend reprieve before studying for finals became important, I noticed a moth banging itself into my lamp until it was a senseless pulp.
Last week, I noticed a letter in the Lobo criticizing the editor-in-chief of this paper for expressing his opinions. I would like to respond. Not to the letter, but to a general trend I see in criticizing newspapers for expressing opinions. As I do nothing for this paper except express my opinions, I thought I should inform you of my opinion on this.
I am disturbed at the amount of offline learning going on in a supposedly modern school such as UNM. None of my history or English classes feature online course work. Sure they may have online supplementary material occasionally, but that is nothing compared to the trailblazing language classes. Having had classes with both online and offline content, I can say the classes with online content are better in every way.
Ah, the chain letter, those things that nobody sees anymore in print form but that have become an irritating hassle with the advent of social networks. It seems some days I can’t log on without finding something in my feed about clicking the “like button” if I think starving children are bad or to share a link if I’m “weird and don’t care if anybody knows.”
A few days ago, I was using one of the College of Education’s bathrooms. Besides noticing that the male side is one of the worst designed bathrooms at UNM, I noticed that somebody had put a small tab in every single urinal that read something like, “Your teeth could be this color, the benefits of smoking,” all stark white.
I’m just going to come out and say it: football is the worst sport ever.
How does one determine what is high-class and low-class literature? How does one tell the difference between classy and trashy films or TV shows? What makes music good or bad?
Instructional columns are “in” right now, and have been since the 60s, so today, instead of screaming at you to adjust your opinion to mine and embarrassing this newspaper, I thought I’d do you a favor and tell you how to ride the bus. Think of this as a recipe for transportation success.
I’m not entirely sure Christians know what they have to do to convince atheists of their position. I suppose this makes sense because, before the 19th century, all Christians had to do was burn the heretic at the stake, rather than have a debate with them. So the entire argument is a relatively new one with very little practice.
Whenever somebody begins a sentence with “I’m a (blank), but…” I know I’m going to be sneering at whatever they’re about to say.
I don’t know what I hate worse, people with poor grammar or people with poor grammar. You run into them all the time, too. People who get the difference between “I” and “me” confused, say “good” when they mean “well,” who couldn’t identify a dangling modifier or a subjunctive clause, and who end sentences with prepositions because they have no class to speak of.
With the elections in November, I’ll do the expected thing and tell you who to vote for.
Dear Arizona government,
They scream across your TV set demanding your attention; gaudy, flashy things with irradiating or stolen music and impossibly proportioned people designed to promote products. These are the commercials.
It seems strange to me that in 50 years pot will be legal, but cigarettes will not. The cultural pendulum has swung, and smoking tobacco is on the way out.
Like many of you examining the interesting and varied choices for University president, I have been eagerly awaiting the final decision.