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(03/03/11 4:26am)
As many regular Collegian readers know, there has recently been an ongoing online debate surrounding an article written two weeks ago by Zak Kozuchowski, titled "New business program for men upsets some women."
(02/24/11 5:50am)
Chuck Morris, Ph. D. and renowned scholar, came to speak at our school this week. He calls himself an "accidental activist" at Boston College, where he teaches. He incorporates material on the history of homosexuals into his course because as someone of homosexual orientation, he simply feels that this is material that should be exposed to anyone desiring a full education.
(02/21/11 4:11am)
My mom recently went to see the new documentary film, "Race to Nowhere." She has been running around recommending it to everyone, in part because she is a teacher at a middle school, but mostly because, in her own words: "I watched it and just kept thinking to myself, 'This is about my children. I can't believe it.'"
(02/10/11 6:01am)
An anonymous University of Richmond student -- who could have been either male or female -- started a posting thread on College ACB with a description of tasks that men pledging a campus fraternity were required to do before being initiated. At 11:42 p.m. on Jan. 18, the person wrote:
(02/03/11 4:35am)
Growing up, I didn't miss doctor's appointments.
(01/27/11 4:57am)
On Jan. 9, 19 people were shot in Tucson, Ariz. Six people were killed, one of whom was federal Justice John Roll and one of whom was a nine-year-old girl named Christina Taylor.
(01/20/11 6:14am)
When I was seven or eight years old, I told on my younger sister for calling me names.
(11/18/10 5:42am)
In my high school, the greetings were untrained at best. We were pretty informal with one another, and while "sup" was the most "talkative" form of greeting, a head nod was the norm. We weren't preparing for businesslike settings -- we were really just acknowledging one another as I figure most high schoolers probably do.
(11/11/10 4:41am)
My most recent article described me defending my male friend in what was realistically (if not understatedly) a physical assault on campus. Despite the truly horrific nature of the event, it brought something very interesting to my attention.
(11/04/10 4:13am)
Every student enrolled here at the University of Richmond is well-educated. But, it has come to my attention that academic proficiency is simply not sufficient at the college level, and that there is currently a significant problem with ignorance on the Richmond campus.
(10/28/10 5:36am)
Three nights ago, I stayed up until 3 a.m. and got up at 8 a.m. Two nights ago, I followed that five hours up with an all-nighter and did not sleep at all. Then yesterday evening, at around 5 p.m., I crashed out of my own accord and slept until 9 a.m. this morning.
(10/21/10 5:40am)
I had a topic lined up for this week, but I'm putting it on hold because it appears to me that there are more pressing issues in need of immediate address.
(10/07/10 5:18am)
Guy: "Hey, [girl's name]! How are you?" (Ye olde Richmonde tip-of-the-hat gestural question, which more than certainly does not require an answer other than...)
(09/30/10 5:11am)
I was standing in my friend's UFA kitchen last weekend, talking with him about whatever series of unusual events was taking place in each of our respective lives.
(09/16/10 1:15am)
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.
(09/09/10 4:30am)
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!)
(08/25/10 7:02pm)
School is now in session. To those of you who are arriving fresh from states in the North and further South, the city (and outskirts) of Richmond may seem the same as it always does. To those of us who have survived the summer heat, the school year has certainly made its mark in many noticeable ways. Parking lots are fuller, grocery stores are fuller, facilities are open later and most importantly: The Henrico police have retaken their positions at strategically located checkpoints across town.
(04/22/10 5:53am)
Spring is in the air, and we at UofR know what this means: beautiful people strewn across the lawns and crowded into the gym, toning their bodies and perfecting their tans.
(04/15/10 7:05am)
I remember back to the early 1990s (yes, I do - I was 4 years old and my memory was fully developed) when the inquiry as to "What's up?" stood as delicately as a tightrope walker upon the line between familiar and frequent integration into casual conversation.
(04/08/10 4:32am)
I still remember one seemingly nonchalant comment made by a male high school friend one day after school when we were all sitting around playing Grand Theft Auto. He was fidgeting with the controller and someone asked what he was doing, to which he responded, "I can't find the rape button anywhere. Is it A or B?"