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According to last week's police report in The Collegian, an unknown offender stole two textbooks, valued at $432, from the bookstore. After reading the report, two thoughts instantly came to mind.
Some of the most irritating experiences that can occur in a classroom setting, in my experience, happen because of class participation policies.
In a world of opposites -- hellos and goodbyes, cause and effect, life and death -- there is one pair of opposites that I think deserves special attention: you and everybody who isn't you.
I predicted my holiday would be fairly uneventful this year considering I had nothing to do for a month except apply for jobs.
Considered by the New York Times to be "a comedy empire," Second City is one of America's leading sketch-comedy and improvisational groups to date.
Thanksgiving is almost upon us and with that, so is the pressure to perform. Not in the sense of when Aunt Carol, who likes to hit the sauce a little hard on holidays (and I'm not talking gravy), asks you to play the piano even though you only took lessons for a year when you were 10, but rather the other tradition that comes along with the territory of Thanksgiving: the act of giving thanks.
This weekend I was caught doing something I never do: cleaning. I straightened up my room, Swiffered the floor and even reluctantly cleaned out the refrigerator.
It's that time of year again. The leaves are turning crimson and gold, the air retains a strong scent of burning leaves and all the soccer moms at Martin's have started wearing their finest black cat and googly-eyed spider sweaters. That can only mean one thing: Halloween weekend is upon us.
My freshman-year roommates used to joke that I dressed like a middle-aged woman. I agree that I often looked like I had been raped by a Talbots kids magazine and frankly, it wasn't pretty.
I normally don't make bets.
Teresa Lewis, the first woman to be executed in Virginia since 1912, was put to death by lethal injection last Thursday.
With Parents Weekend quickly approaching I've got two things on my mind. One of which may or may not include hiring Merry Maids to come and salvage what's left of my apartment. "Mom, I swear it came this dirty!"
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':
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.
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.
A few weeks ago I was riding the Metro home from my summer internship in downtown D.C. when the most terrifying thing happened to me. A man entered the doors directly to my right, dressed in all black with a book bag that looked uncomfortably heavy.
Imagine you are an alien from another galaxy. You've just landed on Earth, but not just anywhere on Earth.
I considered beginning this article by apologizing to the freshman and sophomore classes. I wanted to apologize for talking about a subject that they shouldn't have to worry about for another year or two. Or so I thought.
With today's beauty standard at an unforgiving, all-time high, people go to great lengths to modify their appearances.
The saying, "out with the old and in with the new," seems pertinent to a lot of things happening on campus this spring. Seemingly a negative connotation, "out with the old" is, in fact, a positive attribution. For instance, if the snow that infested every corner of campus this winter hadn't gone away by now, I would probably be cracked out in my shoebox-sized room right now, eating Slim Jims all day, instead of going outside and enjoying the beautiful sunshine.
