8 - The Michigan Daily - Friday, January 28, 2005

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One-hundredfourteen years of editorialfreedom - good to the last drop

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O,IT'S NOT A FUNNY PAPER THIS
YEAR. IT'S THE SAME OLD NEWS,
THE SAME OLD STORIES. SURE, WE
TOOK THE TIME TO SAY OUR GOODBYES AND
EVEN INDULGED SOME OF OUR NEED FOR
SCHMALTZY NOSTALGIA. BUT THAT'S IT.
WE PROMISE.
NOT THAT WE DIDN'T WANT TO TAKE THIS

"FUCK IT, WE SAID, "WE SHALL RISE
ABOVE THE ANTICS OF YEAR'S PAST, AND
PUT OUT A PAPER WHOSE BEAUTY LIES NOT
IN HUMOR OF THE POOP AND FART VARIETY,
BUT IN JOURNALISM OF THE HIGHEST ORDER."
WE SAY GOODBYE ON THAT NOTE HAVING
COMPLETED OUR TIME AT THE DAILY. WE
THANK THE UNIVERSITY THAT WE SERVED.

ONE LAST OPPORTUNITY TO SAY WHAT WE'VE WE THANK OUR READERS. AND WE WISH

WANTED TO SAY FOR THE PAST FOUR YEARS.
To WRITE THE HEADLINES WE'VE ALWAYS
WANTED TO WRITE. To SETTLE A FEW
SCORES, GIVE A FEW SHOUT OUTS - MAYBE

THOSE THAT FOLLOW US THE BEST OF LUCK
AS THEY WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER IN A
TRADITION NOW 114 YEARS OLD.

DROP AN F-BOMB OR TWO.
BUT WE HELD BACK.

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING
- CLASS OF 2005

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Kristin Ostby

Sharad Mattu
Daily Sports Editor
When my sophomore year began, I realized two things: 1.) I'd really
done very little my freshman year, and 2.) That needed to change.
So I stumbled into the Daily, and now, even though I just spent the last
term working 50+ hours a week for pennies in an asbestos-filled chamber,
I can't imagine leaving this place. In fact, I'm not quite sure when I'm
leaving. But anyway ...

Daily News Reporter
I spent the first two years of college
really wanting to write for the Daily
before I finally got the guts to step
inside 420 Maynard. I'm not sure why
it took so long. I guess I was scared,
which was silly, and thank goodness I
got over it. Some of my favorite college

Sam Butler
Daily Cartoon Editor
Ever since I stumbled into the Daily, blindly looking for a job as a cartoonist, the past four years have
brought laughs, tears and an enormous array of complaints. There is a special personality trait student jour-
nalists possess, a necessary asset needed in order to convince oneself to forego good grades and an active
social life in order to spend countless evenings toiling over newspaper pages.
What at first may seem like a strange genetic defect, or masochistic tendencies, is initially a commitment
to interacting with the community in the hopes of leaving a lasting impression. However, these lofty goals are
quickly disbanded the first night you find yourself working at 2 a.m. with a looming 8 a.m. midterm for which