Opinion

Sen. Abel Maldonado’s (R-Santa Maria) proposal to reform the California primary system will give the electoral race back to voters.

Among some of the major propositions on the ballot this June is Proposition 16.

Every time I play Scattergories, I lose interest about halfway through – just when people are getting heated up and competitive. So instead of playing seriously, I just half-ass everything. Case in point: the letter “N” comes up and the question is “Something that lives in the ocean.” My answer: “Nice Sharks.”

Dear Editor, There are many reasons to be proud of UC Davis. As an alumnus, I have watched the campus grow into a diverse, world-class institution of learning.

My sister Melody only started working for our Uncle John’s architecture firm after moving home to Diamond Bar because she no longer made enough money to pay for rent and utilities up in Berkeley.

It seems like every week there is some new major financial problem for the state of California. Most students focus on the academic budget cuts, but there are really a whole host of other major problems.

Editor, I’m writing in response to the “Exercise Etiquette” column written by Dave Karimi last Tuesday. I’m currently one of the ARC member service attendants that Karimi writes about in this column, and would like to clear up a few misconceptions he has about our role in the fitness room.

Dear Editor, I know it’s a little late to be writing about a holiday that happened just about two weeks ago, but after reading an Atheist’s perspective on Christian celebrations, I thought it would be an interesting idea to present a Muslim American’s perspective on yearly Christian holidays.

I love you. Yes, you – I love you. For many reasons, I fall more in love with this job every week. But I love it most when you – my precious readers – send me e-mails. Minus the occasional hate mail, every e-mail tugs at my heartstrings and makes me feel great knowing that you’re all enjoying and supporting what I have to say.

Sometimes we ask for really dumb things. A week-and-a-half ago, the beginning of baseball season was right around the corner – and so was the real beginning of the term. An avalanche of assignments, readings, band gigs and a million other obligations were thundering down Mount Quarter System. But all I wanted was to watch baseball.

There it was. A perfect circle smack on the center of my right cheek. A lump of glowing redness popping out of an otherwise smooth (and contrastingly pale) surface. My first-ever real (aka noticeable) pimple had sprouted. I woke up, stared at the bathroom mirror and my eyes popped out as far as they would ever go. If only the darn pimple could pop along with them. An episode of “Animaniacs” from the days when after-school cartoons still played on Kids’ WB! immediately came to mind. In the episode, a teenage girl (aka “Katie Ka-Boom”) looks into the mirror only to notice a swollen pimple plopped on her face. This then causes her to turn into a raging, green beast that tramples all over town.

The problem with leaving religion behind is that your family usually doesn’t do it with you. This Easter, as with every Easter, I went home in honor of a resurrection I don’t believe in. Although I’m an atheist, my mom still made me a basket lined with candy and filled with things like face-wash and socks, my relatives still greeted me with variations of “He is risen!” and there was still an Easter egg hunt for people under four feet tall.