Final reflections: Who peed in your corn flakes?
In the last edition of The Collegian, opinion editor Liz Monahan asked: "What do we really learn in college?"
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In the last edition of The Collegian, opinion editor Liz Monahan asked: "What do we really learn in college?"
Contact cartoonist Kristy Burkhardt at kristy.burkhardt@richmond.edu
Contact opinion assistant Kristy Burkhardt at kristy.burkhardt@richmond.edu
I was driving off campus last semester when I stopped at a traffic light adjacent to a panhandler. He held a sign that said, "Anything will help."
Missed Obama's State of the Union address? Here are the cliffnotes:
Contact cartoonist Kristy Burkhardt at kristy.burkhardt@richmond.edu
If you made a resolution this year to start dating someone so your grandfather would stop whispering at family gatherings that you don't have much longer to settle down before your mid-section starts to resemble a sack of potatoes, fear no more.
Senior Katie Der predicted since she was a freshman that she would leave her hometown of Chester, Va., after graduation and relocate to New York City - until recently, she said.
"If something happens today, do you want to us to resuscitate?"
This is the incendiary tale of a couple of average Richmond kids, trying to come to grips with success ... who come up short, with nothing to show for themselves but a tale that begs to be told.
Contact cartoonist Kristy Burkhardt at kristy.burkhardt@richmond.edu
Accountants preparing for the Certified Public Accountant Exam who cannot afford expensive review programs can now access comparable preparation resources for free, largely because of the hobby of a University of Richmond accounting professor and his business partner.
Ah, yes. Homecoming 2010 is upon us. And that can only mean one thing: The campus is crawling with Spiders.
Last Tuesday I read the scathing letter an alumnus sent about student (non)attendance at the football game on Family Weekend. The letter lit a bit of a fire beneath many students' tushes because the author pitted the Richmond student body as over-indulged, self-absorbed, apathetic ninnies.
Q: What's your favorite thing about cross country running?
Recently I've been waking up with night sweats and experiencing a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. At first, I suspected that I had been bitten by a radioactive spider and decided that before I was ready to take on the Green Goblin, I would have to trade in my identity for a red and blue mesh onesy from American Apparel (what? I might as well get something I can wear to the lodges, too).
As the sun beats down on the turf field on a late September afternoon, the University of Richmond field hockey team hustles to follow head coach Gina Lucido's instructions. The players reposition goals and cones to transition from a drill exercise to a four-versus-three scrimmage, moving quietly and with purpose. Without hesitation, they begin sprinting again and weaving between one another seamlessly as they advance toward the goal, looking every bit like a team prepared to defend its Atlantic 10 Conference championship title.
The campus police are preparing for the second football game at the new E. Claiborne Robins Stadium after a successful launch of the game-day traffic and parking procedures at last week's first home game, Administrative Services Lieutenant John Jacobs said.
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).
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.