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THE
FREE
PRESS
-
April
19,
1995
Editors
Comment
It's
the
end!
After
eight
months
of
higher
learning,
we're
off
for
four!
And
what
have
we
learned,
in
our
two
semesters?
We've
learned
that
the
federal
government
would
like
to
screw
us,
that
the
instructors
are
still
without
a
contract,
and
that
there
is
life
without
Major
League
Baseball,
and
NHL
Hockey.
Pretty
educational
year.
Now
is
the
time
I
turn
soppy..
.It's
the
last
issue,
and
I
have
been
a
shoulder
to
cry
on
for
ten
issues.
I
have
learned
a
lot
from
being
the
editor
of
this
paper.
I
have
learned
that
sometimes,
as
ugly
as
they
may
be,
you
have
to
make
a
scene
to
get
anything
accomplished.
I've
learned
the
true
meaning
of
friendship.
They
are
those
who
will
sit
in
a
freezing
cold
office
on
the
coldest
day
of
the
year,
and
keep
you
company
while
you
struggle
to
finish
an
issue.
I've
learned
that
a
gentle
voice
often
disguises
the
venom
of
the
pen.
I've
learned
about
respect.
I've
learned
that
gifts
should
be
cherished.
That
knowledge
is
a
sword,
and
ignorance
a
timebomb.
I've
learned
that
the
nicest
people
never
compare
to
going
home
to
your
family
after
a
hard
day.
I've
seen
writers
come
and
go,
and
learned
that
ui(;d&
diuuuia
win
ouuiuuciy
ui
uiw
ones
who
change
the
world.
And
1
am
proud.
Maybe
too
proud,
out
my
staff,
whether
they
are
still
writing
or
not,
was
the
best
ever.
They
made
deadlines
in
due
time,
assisted
when
it
was
needed,
and
kept
me
sane.
And
they
wrote
pretty
damn
well
too.
I
never
needed
to
'chase'
anyone
for
a
piece,
I
was
usually
chased
down
about
their
work.
I
was
pleasantly
surprised
at
some
of
our
writers
ingenious
work.
Sometimes
I
was
disappointed
in
my
own.
I
learned
that
sometimes
you
can't
make
deadline
no
matter
what
you
do.
I
also
learned
that
sometimes,
you
must
expect
more
to
get
more.
I
learned
about
paste-up,
ads,
spell
checkers
that
never
worked,
running
out
of
wax
for
the
waxer
on
the
last
page,
and
how
to
sop
up
the
leaky
urinal
mess
without
actually
having
to
-go
near
the
water.
I
learned
it
is
always
good
to
have
gloves
in
the
office
during
the
dead
of
winter,
and
I
learned
that
sometimes
father
really
does
know
best,
and
mothers
always
are
concerned,
but
remain
proud.
(They
are
also
your
biggest
critic,
and
always
find
the
spelling
mis
takes
an
hour
after
you've
gone
to
press).
I
learned
the
value
of
coffee
on
cold
mornings.
I
learned
how
long
it
took
for
mold
to
grow
in
the
coffee
maker
after
the
writer
responsible
did
not
clean
up.
I
learned
how
to
judge
the
size
of
a
run.
I
learned
about
apathy,
and
ambivalence.
I
learned
about
laughter,
hilarity
and
more
dirty
jokes
than
one
needs
to
hear.
I
learned
about
censorship,
judgement,
and
politics.
Most
of
all,
I
learned
about
being
proud
of
what
we
accomplished.
And
we
all
were.
At
the
end
of
every
issue,
we
all
sat
back
and
relaxed
for
a
few
days
before
plowing
away
on
the
next
paper.
I'll
never
forget
this
year,
for
the
good,
bads
and
uglies
of
it
all.
For
every
heated
argument,
there
was
a
moment
of
blissful
abandon,
where
we
all
very
nearly
wet
our
pants
laughing.
For
every
missed
deadline,
one
was
met.
For
every
negative
response
we
received,
we
received
at
least
three
congratulations.
So
it
is
with
a
heavy
heart
that
I
say
goodbye
to
all
our
faithful
readers.
I
only
hope
that
next
year's
Free
Press
will
be
as
fun
and
educational
an
experience
for
those
involved.
And
with
this
final
comment,
I
pass
the
torch
on
to
the
next
editor,
with
the
words
'Live,
write,
and
learn',
and
'Carpe
Diem'.
May
you
all
live
interesting
lives.
J.
Cole,
Editor
DvLore
lust
&
by
K.
Gibbs,
contributor
As
I
watch
the
evening
news
and
read
the
newpaper
day
after
day,
I
become
a
little
depressed
as
I
see
the
countless
number
of
murders
that
happen
every
day.
what
depresses
me
though
is
the
way
murder
victims
are
presented
in
the
media.
While
the
murderer's
life
story
and
psychological
profile
are
shown,
the
lives
of
the
victims
seem
to
be
little
more
than
their
names
or
even
worse
a
number.
Our
society
seems
to
be
so
obsessed
with
violence
and
murder
that
we
don't
take
time
to
think
about
the
victim
or
thier
loved
ones.
On
the
news
the
other
day
there
was
a
story
about
a
disgruntled
worker
entering
his
former
workplace
and
killing
four
people.
No
mention
of
the
Jhcin
c
CMIC
victim's
love
of
life,
just
a
name
or
j
number.
Of
course
to
us
these
victims
are
just
numbers,
but
to
other
people
they
are
parents,
siblings,
grandparents,
etc.
Murder
appears
on
the
surface
to
be
a
juicy
tidbit
for
the
6:00
news,
but
it's
actually
the
snuffing
out
of
an
innocent
life
that
affects
the
victims
and
their
loved
ones.
When
I
was
little
my
cousin
was
killed
by
a
drunk
driver
and
while
he
was
just
a
name
to
those
who
read
the
paper,
he
was
a
member
of
our
family.
So
when
you're
watching
the
Simpson
trial,
try
to
remember
that
Nicole
Brown
Simpson
and
Ronald
Goldman
were
human
beings
with
family
and
friends
and
not
just
a
name
in
the
paper.
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