Editorial The rancid smell of victory March 6, 2002 From the desk of the bastard editor for March 6, 2002.
Improving the image of cancer March 6, 2002 What started as a challenge between three graduate students in 1996 could today be a potential breakthrough for cancer treatment and organ transplants.
Boycott of campus newspaper continues March 6, 2002 Ryerson’s student services are continuing to refuse to speak to The Eyeopener since the newspaper published a controversial Valentine’ Day edition.
You’re hired, well, sort of March 6, 2002 Uncertainty over looming budget cuts has left many Ryerson program heads unable to commit to hiring new faculty members until next year’s budget is announced in May.
Rye loses an angel March 6, 2002 On Tuesday, February 26, second-year journalism student, Julia Louie was killed when a car she was travelling in spun out on a patch of ice and hit another vehicle.
Arts & Culture Providing the world with karaoke via his kiddie keyboard March 6, 2002 Decked out in orange hot pants and sneakers, Ryerson film grad Malcolm Fraser can perform 10 songs in 20 minutes thanks to his trusty kiddie keyboard.
Lajeunesse to Tories: show me the money March 6, 2002 Ontario’s provincial government has come to the province’s universities asking for a favour, but Ryerson president Claude Lajeunesse is skeptical enough not to jump at the promise of more funding in return.
Arts & Culture half full rising to the brim March 6, 2002 A third-year RTA student sings about ex-boyfriends and grandmothers with her electric-guitar-absent band, half full.
RyeSAC questions the Board’s true colours March 6, 2002 RyeSAC is calling on all members of the Ryerson community to join together and take their concerns about impending budget cuts, tuition fee increases and deregulation to the next board of governors meeting on Monday March 25, 2002.
Council cleans up March 6, 2002 Ryerson’s Academic Council did quite a bit of housekeeping last night at their first meeting since January.
Watching a world crumble March 6, 2002 In a frenzy, Michelle Zurbrigg packed, got her rolls of film, her tape recorder, and rushed to get to her plane.