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By Maryann Dakkak

Spring bug infects student population

By Maryann Dakkak

Scene Editor

The sun has come out and so have all the fashion bugs. As I have termed it: the fountain fashion show is back, as is the swimsuit patio we lovingly call the Mission Gardens. The boys around Graham will be spending their study time gazing out their windows to take a gander at the plethora of women laying out below them near the pool.

The colors that appear this time of year, not only in the fauna, but in the attire are amazing. Out come the neon oranges, the pink capris, the tube tops and halter tops of all colors, shapes and sizes.

And it's amazing the comments that come with it.

"Going to the gym? It's going to be crowded. Ever since the sun's come out," a girl on my floor said as we both were on our way to Malley.

And it was crowded. Spring's coming up, and everyone wants to be all nice and toned for the slowly diminishing amount of clothes they're going to be wearing.

And at the same time, the day before, a male friend of mine noticed a girl walking by in a spaghetti-strap, tight tank top and short shorts.

"Now does that really feel comfortable? She's wearing nothing. And I don't think she's eaten for weeks," he said. But when asked if he liked to look at her, he grunted and said, "obviously, yes."

The men at this school do like to admire the scantily clothed beautiful women here, which is one of the reasons that the women choose to wear what they do.

So, what's to be done? People are out there getting in shape for the season, and showing off their stuff in more revealing clothes. And while some people are worried about how they look, others are worried about people becoming obsessed with how they look.

Now we know our campus is absolutely crawling with great looking people, both inside and out. But most aspects of attractiveness come from confidence and personality. If you think you've got it and carry it like you've got it, everyone will think you've got it.

So go to the gym, go to Yummy Yogurt, sit out in the Mission Gardens, work in our organic garden, maybe even join the fountain fashion show with all its bright colors and fashion name-brand designs.

Just do me one favor, don't waste these beautiful days, there's no excuse not to want to have fun and be out in the sun.

For now, I'm out. Out of my office, out of my room, out of the library. From 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., if you're looking for me, and I'm not in class, I'm enjoying the grass and the blue skies.

Sean's Spiel: Bands struggle to find name

By Sean Mendelson

TSC Writer

The hardest thing about being in a band is coming up with a name.

For the past three weeks the band I'm in has struggled to find a name in preparation for the advertisement of our March 15 performance at The Bronco. I also find my group of friends and I spouting out names at any given period in a day. Needless to say, writing songs in my band is cake compared to coming up with a band name.

On the other hand, coming up with the name of my future children will be an easy task. All I need is to find a name that won't get my kid beat up in middle school. So, no matter if it's a boy or a girl, I will name the blessed child Farble.

The problem with coming up with a band name is six-fold (go ahead and count the folds, I dare you). I have to like the name (I threw out Songspiel even though I came up with it), my band has to like the name(come on, Spieler isn't that bad), and hopefully the masses won't be so annoyed by the name that they won't even give our music a chance (So maybe S. Middy or Seanspiel is going overboard).

Overall, the band name needs to sound or look pleasing to a certain extent (Lumbar Support doesn't cut on both accounts ... or does it?).

Also, there are two dilemmas. Should the name reflect the bands sound? We unfortunately had to throw out Devil's Caress when we realized we weren't fans of Satan and our music was the farthest thing from death metal. And what meaning should the band name have? But Blue Carpet sounded really cool!

The bottom line I have come to realize is that the band name doesn't really matter in the scheme of things. We may go through periods of regret and sadness over our choice in name but then come back to the realization that it is the music that represents us better than any name ever will.

So in the interest of advertising (looks like I've already started) the band name will now be revealed.

Shades of Hewson is what we settled on. I like it, the band likes it, it relates to our music and it has a definite meaning. The only question remaining is, whether you like the name or not will you still check us out when we play our first show at The Bronco?

Until I pass out, this is S. Middy signing off.

Novel Idea:Spring fever hits seniors

By Natalie Calderon

TSC Writer

Lately I have been coming home from a long day of work, classes, meetings, blah and blah and not wanting to do anything except crawl into my bed and sleep forever. It seems I've tossed homework out the window and I get bored, even with watching television.

I don't want to write or read or research. I don't want to cook or clean or play computer games. I don't even want to scribble my thoughtless thoughts into my journal. I just want to sit on my bed, stare at the wall and mope. What is wrong with me? (I wonder.) Is this depression? (I think.) Am I sick?

But alas, it's none of the above. Lack of motivation is the answer to the riddle my friends. I am a senior and I've gotten to the point where I just don't seem to care anymore. I've got more important things to fret over now, such as where I'm going to live come graduation, when I will get a job (and where) and how I'm going to support myself.

Why, with such gigantoid issues on my mind, am I going to worry about a little reading for a little class? So now I feel like a bad student. And a bad person. But what I really need is to stop feeling sorry for myself and to get a life.

So here's a little something for those of you, like me, who are struggling to be motivated, happy, fearless, excited, determined. It's a book a friend recently gave me called A Short Guide to a Happy Life by Anna Quindlen.

It's a mere 50 pages with double-spaced 12-pt. font. Scattered throughout the book are happy black and white photos of happy black and white people that undoubtedly bring out the happiness in us all. It is a tiny bundle of sappy delight with self-motivation written all over it. You must read it.

"You are the only person who has sole custody of your life," Quindlen writes. "Your particular life. Your entire life ... Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account, but your soul ..."

"Get a life. A real life. Not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger paycheck, the larger house ... Turn off your cell phone. Turn off your regular phone for that matter. Keep still. Be still. Be present. Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work ..."

"Learn to love the journey, not the destination."