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I didn't sleep well last Thursday. I had one of those "half-asleep" nights in which you wake up and make the mistake of looking at your cell phone for the 10th time. By then, your mind is already racing, and you are fully awake. What made this Thursday night different were the two "Tickler" articles in The Collegian last week keeping me awake.
They say 60 percent of married couples meet in college. But don't fret; if you don't meet someone in college, 50 percent of them are getting a divorce anyway. Oh well. Here goes nothin':
You'd think that working out is working out, plain and simple ‐ whether it be running on the treadmill at home, trying to drop your recently acquired college pounds or fooling yourself into thinking that you can keep them off at the lovely Richmond gym ‐ and you'd think that all workouts are created equal. Wrong.
Despite our intensive experience in the art of human interaction by the age of 18 years, a lot takes place in our subconscious during our interactions with others that completely evades the detection of our self-awareness radars. In fact, successful communication (not agreement with others, but our ability to get a message across to them) can occur because of our reliance on basic assumptions that we subconsciously make on a regular basis.
Imagine that a certain someone (me) walks up to the doors of Gottwald on a weekend. This person (me), being a bio major, expects to be able to get into an academic building after hours. He grabs the door handle, and — thud! — discovers he's locked out.
Once upon a time, there was a mystical, magical land where beer grew on trees, boys only wore pants and bowties that looked like the Easter bunny threw up on them and textbooks, cigarettes, microwaveable burritos, alcoholic beverages and other pleasantries could be purchased with special currency that magically refilled itself each semester (or with one desperate call to Mom).
A few years ago, a friend of mine, who I'll call Steph for the sake of privacy, was fast asleep in her University of Richmond Forest Apartment. Steph and her boyfriend had fallen asleep while watching a movie together on her futon downstairs. It hadn't been long before Steph had fallen asleep when all of a sudden she began to feel a little ... tickle.
During the past few days, The Collegian staff has heard many rumors, stories and questions about some violent and disturbing incidents that occurred on campus last weekend. As a staff, we have attempted to learn as much as possible about the recent events, but unfortunately, much of the information either remains unknown or is being withheld.
Dear Natasha,
Instructor: Any fitness professional available to you.
When I received my writing assignment for The Collegian last week, I glanced at it and saw something about art and some place called UR Downtown.
My father grew up on a dairy farm in Ireland, and the intelligence of farm animals has long been a hot topic for him. From informing my siblings and me that pigs bathe in mud to protect their skin from the sun to asserting that cows who are sold onto other farms find their way home to their loved ones, my dad has been convinced for at least as long as I've known him that the level of intelligence among cows and pigs is comparable to that of average human beings. (He even had a small pet pig for a long time - and liked this pig better than any dog he has had since!)
Dear Editor,
Dear Collegian,
An unspoken and unavoidable condition plagues the American public. Regrettably, the Richmond campus is no exception. Each day, millions are subjected to its excruciating and uncomfortable side effects. None are immune to this silent epidemic.
I heard a while back that there was some pollution in the James River. I've heard people mention websites and groups from where and whom I can "find more information." I've heard about different science-based classrooms doing experiments and finding horrific content of all sorts mixed into the water composition.
Picture this: You've overslept for your 8:15 a.m. class because you stayed up all night with your roommate who couldn't stop dry-heaving because she wanted to be a bumblebee for Halloween, but "that whore Stephanie" just HAD to go out and buy the costume that she wanted even though Stephanie KNOWS your roommate looks better in horizontal stripes.
SAT scores for incoming classes at the University of Richmond have dropped significantly in recent years. For the graduated class of 2006, the following range, 1240-1390, reflects the middle half of the class.
I saw The Collegian, and the article, "The Dos and Don'ts of Freshman Year" by Kristy Burkhardt caught my eye. As a freshman, I was curious and began reading the article, hoping for some advice that would be useful for the coming year. However, as I read I was greatly disappointed.
At colleges and universities across America, students are heading into the classroom, many for the first time. You're taking part in a journey that will not only determine your future, but the future of this country. We know, for example, that nearly eight in ten new jobs will require workforce training or higher education by the end of this decade. And we know that in a global economy, the nation that out-educates us today will out-compete us tomorrow. In the 21st century, America's success depends on the education our students receive.
