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Confederate flags EVERYWHERE. "The South will rise again" stickers and banners all over the place. Numerous museums, exhibits and historical sites dedicated to Confederate history. These are a handful of present-day Virginia's odes to the Confederacy, but apparently, that's not enough. Virginia's governor wants the entire month of April dedicated to Confederate history. Are times really changing or are we simply moving in reverse?
So, you're on Facebook and you check your News Feed: Your best friend "had the BEST night everrrr & hearts," your roommate "is now friends with Barack Obama," and your lab partner "just became a fan of Macaroni and Cheese" - you know, nothing out of the ordinary.
As the month of February comes to an end, it is important that we don't lose the spirit that comes with Black History Month.
Lil' Wayne, Chris Brown and a host of other celebrities have recently been in trouble with the law.
The word "friend" is used so casually in our society. Let's face it, you tend to call just about everyone a friend, whether it's the girl who lives on your hall who has only spoken to you twice this entire year, or the guy who you've known since kindergarten who knows more about you than your own parents.
Contrary to popular belief, the University of Richmond is full of all kinds of people from different backgrounds. Everyone here did not attend private school, nor does every student have things such as trust funds or even savings accounts.
Do you have a friend who constantly complains about weight, but this friend is one of the skinniest people you know?
Last week, a tragedy occurred in the Caribbean. The devastating earthquake that hit the island of Haiti has killed hundreds of thousands, and the death toll is increasing each day. Corpses and survivors alike lie among the ashen aftermath, as many of the living are still trapped under bodies and rubble. This has left the already poverty-stricken country in chaos. In times like these, it is vital for us all to support our fellow man, stay positive and reflect.
Last weekend I went downtown with a group of friends with the intention of going clubbing. Because of a plethora of club rules, we didn't get into any of the clubs we visited, and the night was a bust. I understand why such rules must be implemented in clubs; after all, loud music, scantily dressed women and drunken men can be a lethal combination. But, on this particular night, the alleged "rules" were not applied to everyone. Last weekend, I was a witness to racial profiling during my first (and last) experience at Tiki Bob's Cantina down in Shockoe Bottom.
Let's say one of your acquaintances sees you walking across campus very late one night with a friend you had been working on a group project with, but your friend happens to be of the opposite sex. You and this particular friend happen to be laughing and joking around when your nosy acquaintance spots you. Assuming a little more to this truly platonic relationship, your acquaintance tells her roommate at breakfast the following morning that she suspects you and your friend of the opposite sex are dating. Someone else overhears this conversation. One thing leads to another, and by the end of the week, half the school has been informed that you have an STD. Sound familiar?
The rabid fox. The studious raccoon, trying to get into the library. The bats and the opossums, out and about with you every Friday night while you're looking for a good party. Who can forget the ducks, who ALL decide to make their mass exodus from the lake to the big hill in front of the library as soon as they see you coming, rushing to your 8:15 a.m. class?
It's officially fall here in Richmond, but with temperatures in the 70s one day and the 40s the next, it's hard to enjoy the season, especially when you and everyone else are sick.
"Be careful," warned the janitor as I entered the bathroom on my hall one early morning of my freshman year. "The bathroom stall is slippery. I just cleaned feces and menstrual blood off of the walls and floor."
It's a Friday night. You've just ended a long, hard week. You're not really feeling The Cellar, and you don't know of any decent parties, so you retreat to your dorm.
Ever take a good look around Richmond? The Princeton Review ranked it the 20th most beautiful campus in its 2010 edition of "The Best 371 Colleges," but if you take an even closer look, you will find that the students are just as gorgeous as their surroundings.
Are you looking for a five-star dining experience? In search of a place that offers made-to-order eggs, gourmet waffles, all of the typical fixings, every kind of beverage you can think of and an omelet bar with a chef awaiting your order?
We see them all the time, scooting around in their little utility carts. From 7:30 a.m. to 5 p.m. every day, they're on the prowl. But are the UR Parking Police regulating parking or robbing our pockets?
Greed. Lust. Envy. Wrath. Laziness. Pride. Gluttony. But wait, one is missing. It's that dirty, nine-letter word many of us here at Richmond are fighting 'til the death.