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Exec Up-Heaved!

In what was less of the violent regime change some Whit editorial staff had hoped for, and more of an organized democratic election, the Student Exec batons were passed on.
For those who missed the SGM, and seek recompense for the fine they're copping for doing so, the new team is:
- Chanu for Arts
- Spruce for Social
- Flip & Jo for Sports
- Walshy for Secretary
- Scotty B for Treasurer
- Rosie for VP
- Timmy for President.
Heated (often to near boiling point) campaigning for almost every position was followed by significantly cooler beers at Naughtos as the victors were hailed and the others consoled.
Already, the efforts of the new exec are lovingly assualting the very fabric of the college for its own good.
Chanu's awesome Arts Calender in the JCR is a must-browse destination this spring and by the time you read this you may already have gone bowling as a welcome-back event.
GC positions are filled too, and most notably the editorial sword of change has fallen on this fine newspaper's previous editor, Jess.
Cal is commandeering publications, Haley takes Envrio, Bridget is Library rep, Tobi eats Food and unit Joshy Cowan is Fitness.


Editor's Rant

It’s been a long and grueling night of playing Kings as I sit down to compile my first issue of our beloved bathroom companion. So, at best, these sentences are hazy. Anyway, two things are of general importance re: Whit.
Uno: Thank you others for not running against me for publications rep. Victory is so much sweeter with no competition – see Steven Bradbury.
Deuce: All of the articles that appear in the Whit are now available online at http://the-whit.blogspot.com. The logic behind this being now people can comment on articles they like or don’t like, and talk about the stuff in them. If no one reads it, then I’ll stop doing it.
Welcome back to college!

Why no one's pre-gaming in Anna's room for a while

Ah, Whitley. You mighty fortress of student's money and iPods. How you have been breached.
Through the smoky, delicious labyrinth of the kitchen, past the watchful eyes of Jude and others, into our hallowed halls came Mr. Dodgy.
Yes, that's right, some weird guy broke in, pinched some change from open rooms and spread unpleasant smells where pleasant smells previously dewlt. ie: Anna Hindson's room.
It would be hypocritcal of me to remind everyone to lock your doors, since I'm reasonably sure mine hasn't been locked since O-Week, but if I can teach you anything as Whit editor it's that I'm not a good role model.
Lock stuff!