14 THE UCSD GUARDIAN
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THURSDAY, JUNE 3, 2010
▶ FROM PAGE 10 back. You’re needed. This year’s seniors are probably a little more aware of how much I love them. Alyssa: We’re the same person (only you, like, get shit done), and I can’t imagine life without you. It’s going to be weird. Reza: I forgive you for dropping me, and for going to DC. Most of all I’m just stoked you’re not going back. Kelsey: How does one become as nice as you? It boggles my mind. Emily: You surpassed me so long ago — I’m in awe. Vishal: You’re the life of this party. Thanks for transferring. Edwin: Am I cool enough to be your friend yet? Please? Shida: I adore watching you sleep, but I wish we were dancing instead. Sari: Here’s to our cardboard box in Santa Monica. Let’s never be apart again, OK? Wes: Oh wait — you’re not a senior. Love you anyway. Lastly, I offer my apologies to all those whose dreams I may have deferred this year with a half-raised eyebrow and a stupid red pen. The best leaders foster talent by instilling confidence — I never quite got the hang of that. To the A.S. councilmembers, the co-ops and whoever else we might have offended by misspelling your name or misunderstanding your cause: We know you’re just students too. But everyone needs a watchdog to keep them on their toes. Truce?
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▶ FROM PAGE 12 amazing things happened to fit into one measly column, but shout-outs need to go first and foremost to the 2010 Guardian sloshball champions. We showed heart, determination, unbelievable beer-drinking skills and an unmatched intellect to put those asshole Koalas in their place. Few things will ever feel so good as seeing Kris Gregorian go down like a sack of moldy potatoes. The people who made my Guardian tenure unforgettable — specifically, my time as sports editor — include the following sexy beasts: Emily for being the greatest (and most patient) design editor on the planet; Janani and Matt for mobbing it as my associate editors and for keeping me sane; and Erik for helping keep the sports office the chillest of them all by always cracking (bad) jokes and watching sports 24/7. Besides being great editors and leaders, Simone, Reza and Alyssa are all still some of the coolest people I met at UCSD, which made working for them so much better. And Vishal, I can never thank you enough for letting me pass the torch to you; the section has never looked better. So after four years of “Blanc on Base,” I guess it’s time for me to round third and head home. P.S. Fuck the Dodgers, GO GIANTS.
Congratulations
Alina
We are so proud of you ~ who circumnavigated the world, excelled in academics, now graduates UCSD Muir in the top of her game! Love You! Mylime Tave! From Mom & Dad & The Mazeika Clan!
SENIOR SENDOFF
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▶ FROM PAGE 12 associate sports editor. This year, I wanted to play a larger part with the paper. I expected that Sundays and Wednesdays would turn into long days and more responsibility. What I didn’t expect was that the relationships I’ve built would define my senior year. From hazy nights in Vegas to an epic sloshball win, it truly has been an, uh, somewhat memorable year. On the more professional side, we have debated extensively over the meaning of athleticism, and you continued to grind away sports lingo to increase the accessibility of articles to the general public. Out of these arguments, I hope that you have come to learn more about sports than you ever wished you had — I know that I, for one, have come to appreciate the literal meanings of words far more than I care. We sports snobs often times get caught up in stylistic meaning without concern for comprehension. I hope future Guardian staffers and editors can build the same (sometimes adversarial) collegiality that we developed over the year. My only regret with the Guardian is not joining sooner. I’ll take solace in knowing that I made the most of this year. To the drinks we’ve shared and the good times we’ve had, this toast is over. Let’s chug some beer.
Hilary!
With great joy and pride, we celebrate your graduation and wish you every success in the years ahead.
Love always, Mom, Dad, Andrea, Grandpa & Grandma Cynthia, Pat, Shelia & Rick
Congratulations
Joel
You did it!
Now Take on the World!
Congratulations and Love!
We Love you, Mom and Dad
Mom, Dad, & Hadley
Congratulations on your Graduation
Tyler We could not be more proud
on your graduation from UCSD.
We are so very proud of you and are excited for and with you today... and everyday!
Love, Abba and Gail
▶ FROM PAGE 12 At the theater, no matter how open-minded I try to be, I always end up rolling my eyes at an awkward Michael Cera, Kristen Stewart twirling her greasy strands or the Coen brothers basking in their own cleverness. After four years of reviewing film — 95 percent of which was uninspired — you’d think I’d have lost all faith in the industry. But amid the underproduced fodder that gets churned out at the box office each week, there’s always a glimmer of hope. Though few and far between, great films do get produced, and I — along with all other tortured buff — will hold on with every last ounce of faith until the next one arrives. On that silver lining, I’ll end with shout-outs. Simone: Thanks for taking a chance on a nobody whose application was a shoddy “Lion King” theater review. It may have taken a year of rewrites before I wrote anything worth publishing, but my debut 50-word blurb on “The Holiday” still hangs from my refrigerator. Dad and Mom: I don’t hate every film in the universe; I just have high standards. Yes — “Snakes on a Plane” really is one of the worst movies of all time. It didn’t really take me 20 minutes to go get popcorn. Oh, and Nicolas Cage: Get a day job.
Congratulations
Holly!
Congratulations Talia
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Love, Mom and Dad