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The Richmond College Student Government Association has been abusing its “closed floor” protocol for years, leaving students in the dark on important votes and discussions.
We’ve all gotten those ads. You know the ones, thrown together in Microsoft Paint, accented with a Barbie airbrush, and compressed down to 480p. Their proclamation is a simple, yet effective one: “HOT SINGLES IN YOUR AREA.”
He’d done this before. Kenny Becker had the process down to a tee: noodle guitar ideas or piano progressions, figure out a gibberish singing melody, fill it in with syllables, get to producing, add grit and finally usurp that “gibberish” with lyrics. This process bore his songs.
What if peace doesn’t begin with treaties, negotiations, or words at all? What if it could begin with sound?
“Abandoning my phone was worth it,” I thought, staring at a world-class view of Sean Combs (or, at least, the back of him).
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“Dude, let’s form a band,” Cameron Snapp instigated.
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In a region often defined by its geopolitical divisions, one cultural element seems to defy borders — music.
Sometimes falling in love is unexpected, sometimes it comes from a brief meeting and sometimes it’s a combination of the two mixed together in a crusty cardboard box nestled between a few other crusting cardboard boxes.
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Editor's Note: The views and opinions expressed in this article do not reflect those of The Collegian.
Editor's note: The views and opinions expressed in this article do not reflect those of The Collegian.
“All Stories are Love Stories” by Elizabeth Percer is a beautifully woven story tied neatly with a bow. The novel takes place in San Francisco on, you guessed it, Valentine’s Day, after two devastating earthquakes ripped the city apart. The stories of four different people take the reader on a journey of regrets, high-stakes emotions and devastation.
“The Love Hypothesis” by Ali Hazelwood centers on Olive, a 26-year-old in her third year of Stanford’s Ph.D. program, whose dwindling free time is nothing compared to her lack of romantic prospects.
Student-athletes at the University of Richmond do not have permitted access to all of the parking lots on campus during the day. This causes a time constraint that often makes them late to class or causes them to skip meals.
I talk to myself. Sometimes it helps me stay awake on long drives, sometimes I need to hear myself say my week’s schedule aloud for memory’s sake and sometimes I need to curse my television set after I lose at Hex-A-Gone in Fall Guys (am I right fellas?). I like to think I keep my chatter within the normal bell curve of talking to oneself. For example, I have never created and voiced an imaginary friend, who materializes as a furry, yellow, cigarette-smoking, pig-snouted aardvark and proceeded to converse with it. That would be pretty weird. But when legendary producer Madlib creates and voices an imaginary friend who materializes as a furry, yellow, cigarette-smoking, pig-snouted aardvark and proceeds to converse with it for an hour on his 2000 record “The Unseen,” it’s pretty sick.
Hi Maddy,
During the fall 2022 semester, the University of Richmond made The Princeton Review’s list of the top 50 Green Colleges, ranking at #21.
