The Dean’s Council and the Undergraduate Academic Council (UAC) have decided to scale back the short-term travel study program for 2006. A task force is being established to determine the best way to manage study abroad experiences in the future.

The travel studies programs at TWU give students the opportunity to spend between one and four weeks in global learning environments.

There are eight travel studies offered this May, but according to Dr. Dennis Jameson, Vice President of Academic Affairs, that number will be reduced to four or five next summer.

Kari Bergrud and Liz Sweet have six weeks to fit in a year’s worth of roommate bonding time. When a housefire on March 6 left Bergrud, a third-year Honours Psychology student, and her family temporarily homeless, Community Life and the housing department took the unusual step of allowing a student to move into junior housing near the end of the academic year.

“We don’t want to have one of our students sleeping out in the cold,” said Housing Director Brad Wallbank.

While pondering deep topics of great importance, I came to the conclusion that fashion and style are actually just forms of judgment based upon how well a person decorates themselves. This may sound trite, but hey, life is not always a peach. Seriously though, a person with “good style” is someone who understands what to wear—to best accent their form, facial features, etc.— and has a feel for coordination, creativity, and composition.

I made a wager on last year’s Can-Am game with my now-girlfriend. The bet was: if I win (betting on the Americans), she has to watch a movie with me – my choice. I’ll make this long story short. I won, and made her watch a horror flick. She got mad, didn’t talk to me, and 11 months later we’re dating … all thanks to my winning wager.

Rumour had it that the Americans never lose, so I thought I’d fancy another wager on this year’s game. But then I saw flyers announcing tryouts for the Canadian girls’ team.

There’s a place where people like me go. It’s an underground society where there is no sense of direction. We live by candlelight in silence. We do not speak of the future – for fear of it. Nor do we speak of the life we once lived, full of hope and joy and Friday night excursions.

You see, I am one of those people who has lost direction, or never had it. I am one of those people who does not know what to do with his life.

“What are you going to do with your degree, Joel?”

Its wheezes and coughs became fewer and farther between. What was once a triumphant “NYEEEEEAH!” had become a faint and forlorn “nuh.” Its once long and glorious mane was now matted down by dirt and drying blood. Its eyes were shutting. There was only a tiny opening that gave any indication of the amount of vigor this great beast once had. Then, in an instant, the eyelids clamped together for good. The horse was dead. Now I must beat it until it is destroyed.