Opinion

I am writing to request my objection to misquoting and misrepresentation in Jason Alpert's "Peaceful Rally" piece from Tuesday.

It is unfortunate that anyone who reads Lena's opinion piece [in Monday's issue titled "Mayday"], without any prior knowledge of the Whole Earth Festival, might assume it is an event that is centered around vapid drug use.

It is hard to not get really cynical about the true workings that go on in the higher echelons of the UC administration. It is well documented that UC Regents use their position to gain filthy lucre at the expense of the students and the UC's reputation as one of the best public education organizations in the world. The corruption runs deep.

I love the word faggot.

Because I write this column and work at the Internship and Career Center, people assume that I must have a super cool job lined up for when I graduate in June. Actually, I'm in the same boat as everybody else. I have no idea what I'm doing this summer or beyond that. I think the difference is that from my experiences, I've learned a lot of things about the job search process that most students don't know about, and it's given me some perspective for the uncertain future ahead.

In his last column, titled "I love the rich," Rob Olson describes his fascination for the rich and seems shocked by the taxes paid by the richest. But he should be shocked by something else.

I am a fan of patriotism, but never at the expense of basic human decency.

Handouts and syllabi cover your bed. You can't find your eraser under all the library books piled on your desk.

I am absolutely thrilled to finally write this column. As I imagine anyone who isn't living in a cave in Afghanistan knows - actually, I bet those guys know too - Osama bin Laden is dead.

I like to eavesdrop when I'm sitting at the café pretending to get work done.

May has got to be one of the best months Davis has to offer. From Whole Earth Festival to houseboats, May is basically 31 days of debauchery. I think the only thing missing is a maypole, which, believe it or not, is actually a very old Pagan tradition to ensure fertility. I think it would be awesome if UC Davis were to install one in the middle of the quad, and we could just get stoned all month and wind ribbons around a giant phallus. If that's not your idea of fun, check your pulse.

I am by no means a healthy individual. Living in Davis, a town that has a billion sports going on and a Wal-mart-sized meathouse called the ARC, one can feel outclassed physically on the daily. That being said, I just pledged to do 300 miles for "May is Bike Month." I know that number can sound daunting if you recently dusted off a bike at home or get a little asthmatic biking across campus, but it's not that much. I have never before this month, committed to any form of rigorous exercise, and usually eat at least one meal a day made entirely from fructose corn syrup, carbonation and xantham gum. Yet bike commuting as my primary form of exercise works for me. The hour or so I am on my bike a day is my favorite time.

At the landmark age of 16, I was introduced to TED. He was dreamy, adorable and smart. Talk about a trifecta.

Wrench in hand, I made my way through the dark, flooded corridors of the failed underwater city, Rapture.

As the academic year nears its close, seniors will have difficult choices to make. Many of us in the humanities and arts, for instance, will have to weigh pursuing our passions in creative fields like painting, film, theater, or writing against the financial stability of a desk job or graduate school.