“So what are you now, a lefty? Or have you sold out?”
I’m staring at the pile of newspapers as I sit at my desk on a Sunday afternoon trying to find a way to put a new spin on the Maclean’s university issue — one that routinely and inevitably pegs Ryerson as the bottom feeder among its ivy league colleagues — only one thought went through my mind. I shook my head of that thought so I could concentrate.
The buzz among journalism students these past two weeks is what their undergraduate journalism degrees are worth.
The media, the city, the businesses were all for it. But for what? Until December, 1996, not a word was spoken about this project. Six months later, the plan was in full effect. Now, two years after the initial announcement, the redevelopment is a done deal.
privileged classes and public plunderers, never lack sympathy with the poor, always remain devoted to the public welfare, never be satisfied with merely printing news, always be drastically independent, never be afraid to attack wrong, whether by predatory plutocracy or predatory poverty” — Joseph Pulitzer, May 10 1883.
“Hey little girl, do you want some candy?”
If that gives you the creepy crawlies it ought to. It sure as hell sent shivers down my spine as I sauntered along Jorgenson Hall of Shame recently to witness Mephistopheles hawking his deals with the devil — credit cards.
For once we can actually say that you will see a new student centre.
I began to wonder what the hell I was doing on a yellow school bus at 6:30 on a Saturday morning. I had forsaken any plans of going out the previous night so I could arrive at six sharp. Now I was sitting with my knees digging into the seat in front of me.