Author Danielle Koziura

To the Editor: This upcoming weekend, my six housemates and I will be downgrading our housing status form the spacious townhouses into the humbling rooms of Claver Hall. The infractions that caused us to get the boot occurred before the school year started, even before the Mirror's crime beat started their tally for the year.

To the Editor: When I first read Ethan Fry's Sept. 11th article, I contemplated responding to The Mirror immediately, but I felt my comments would be mainly unappreciated, as they would just iterate everything Ethan wrote. However, after reading the previous letter to the editor, I feel that it is necessary for me to give my two cents.

The Internet headaches that greeted us all upon arrival at Fairfield have largely disappeared. Computing and Network Services (CNS) has done a superb job of purging the virus from the network and installing free up-to-date anti-virus software on every student's computer.

Since coming to school, many of us have been shocked and dismayed by the deaths of three beloved entertainers: music legend Warren Zevon, comedic actor John Ritter, and Johnny Cash, possibly the coolest man who has ever lived. Zevon's unique brand of rock music brought us such songs as "Excitable Boy," about a prom night rape and murder, "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner," an ode to a decapitated Norwegian soldier of fortune, and his most famous song, "Werewolves of London," about werewolves who prowl the SoHo singles scene.

Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life son. These few insightful words, spoken by Dean Vernon Wormer to Kent 'Flounder' Dorfman in the college-classic Animal House have spoken to years of college students since the landmark movie debuted in 1978.

A lot has changed in the past ten years, Conan O'Brien announced to a crowd at the Beacon Theatre last Friday at the opening of his Tenth Anniversary Special. "Ten years ago George W. Bush was the proud owner of the Texas Rangers ... and M.C. Hammer was the proud owner of a house.

Maybe I'm optimistic and live in a fantasy world. Or maybe I am so naïve that I really shouldn't be writing this column. But, as I look at my group of friends, I find myself to be surrounded by more guys than girls. Don't get me wrong, you can't get anywhere in life without a "Sex and the City" group of girlfriends, but the majority of my friends tend to be males.

It could only get better. Just stick it out. Try to make the best of it. Give it a little time. I heard so many encouragement phrases during my freshman year, I could single-handedly put Hallmark out of business. My first few weeks at Fairfield University were much like something you would see on a cheesy WB sitcom.

Hooking up in college. Everyone does it. Some people do it occasionally; others look to complete the "trifecta" every weekend. So, initially when I thought about whether or not it was possible to have a sober hookup in college, my thoughts screamed no. From my own personal experience, Thursday night rolls around and most likely you are looking for either the closest party or the cheapest ride down to the beach to start off the weekend, dying to find out if the guy from class is as "fun" as he is gorgeous.