Author Danielle Koziura

As tuition continues to skyrocket with each year, I can't help but wonder if the administration is overlooking the most important component of the university: the student. Not all Fairfielders drive Lexus SUVs, are outfitted in designer duds and spend spring break in the most exotic of locales.

As excited as we are about leaving Fairfield, finally, in about 45 days, reality is slowly starting to hit that the carefree days of skipping classes, enjoying dollar bottle night at the Grape and wasting away Sundays is slowly drawing to a close. After four years of chaos and mayhem that we have inflicted upon this school, sitting on Bellermine lawn in our caps and gowns has crept up on us faster than any of us could have imagined.

Like Moses coming down Mt. Sinai, only with guitars, The Darkness have been put on this earth to show music fans the world over both what we are doing wrong and how to make the world right again. I walked into The Avalon in Boston this past Saturday night still skeptical.

Guys' houses and girls' houses. Whether you live at the beach or on campus, the differences are extreme, possibly almost as extreme as beer and orange juice. After four years of college, guys you need to clean your rooms. I understand that this may be your last time to be a bachelor, but you are gross.

I don't think myself or anyone else could have predicted that screaming "They call me superfantastic!" in German at the end of a rock song would lead to critical and commercial success. But then Franz Ferdinand came along. The band (named after the Austrian archduke whose assassination started World War I) hails from Glasgow, Scotland, and their sound is something like The Strokes with a dash of the Depeche Mode, chock full of sardonic lyrics and cheap synthesizers.

What I want in a woman. Well it's quite possibly the only thought that runs through my mind every minute of the day. Why do you think I head to the bathroom countless times? Women are the single most important element in my life- not beer, not Rugby, I would do anything to make them happy despite my antics and actions on a typical weekend night.

Fairfield guys are so childish. All they do is lie to you until they get what they want in the bedroom, and then they don't bother to talk to you anymore. I'm so sick of their behavior. I want a real man, not a college boy. A real man will treat me with respect, and he will give me unlimited access to his platinum card.

As Spring Break passes us by, we are again confronted by the harsh reality that is college life. Once more, we return to last minute cramming, borderline poisonous food and unpleasant communal bathrooms. Nevertheless, for the sophomore class, these final few weeks in particular are a time of anxiousness.

Ever since the launch of the original Napster, college students have become increasingly reliant on getting their music fixes from the Internet. While many of the original services were illegally allowing trading of copyrighted materials, a quickly increasing number are offering legal alternatives.

More so than any other band, Weezer fans tend to be obsessive, strange, and temperamental people. I am no different. So, it is with the double release of both their first DVD, "Video Capture Device", and a re-release of their debut album "Weezer" (dubbed by fans as "The Blue Album"), that these same obsessive, strange, and temperamental fans can get their latest Weezer fix in high-caliber fashion.