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Multiple construction projects on campus have changed where people can park, causing a lot of angst for faculty, staff, students and, believe it or not, Parking Services members. I spoke with Natalia Green, director of Parking Services, and Bill Rawluk, the senior parking enforcement specialist (we call him Mr. Bill), to get an idea of exactly how construction has changed parking.
Time: How many of us have it? Many of us spend our whole lives procrastinating. We procrastinate doing our homework. We procrastinate writing our papers. We procrastinate when it comes to studying for tests. We procrastinate when it comes time to go to the gym and work out.
The very first paragraph of Mike Padovano's column, "An Obama progress report," reminded me of a simple but amusingly true statement: "Everyone is entitled to their opinion but yours is stupid."
Ladies and gentlemen, as usual, apartment 507 is bringing you an exclusive. This is the first in a semester-long series of translated conversations to help you figure out what a man means when you are having a hard time deciphering his words.
As much as Major League Baseball Commissioner Bud Selig likes to say that there is parity in his sport, there is no such thing, at least not in this decade. You need look no further than the teams that will be competing in this year's playoffs to see that.
As baseball season comes to a close during a year when the pennant races have been about as dramatic as an 8:15 a.m. biology class, much discussion has turned toward the postseason awards. In the American League, the curse of the small-market team might keep two very deserving players out of the winner's circle.
You may have noticed that the coffee cup sleeves from 8:15 at Boatwright are not an ad for Starbucks, but have the faces of University of Richmond alumni who seem to be doing some awesome things with their post-Liberal-Arts lives. During the last three years, School of Arts and Sciences administrators have been buying coffee cup sleeves for 8:15 at Boatwright and putting on them photos and information about alumni and seniors who "turn their passion into their purpose."
To be trendy, my column this week is going to be the letter I would have written to myself had I gone to Proclamation Night when I was a first year, but with a little twist. I didn't miss Proclamation Night because I didn't want to go; rather, I didn't go because I didn't know about it. I transferred my sophomore year and because of a lack of communication, I missed it. To be honest, I felt a little left out on Sunday when I went as a senior and everyone was laughing at themselves and getting all teary while opening their letters. So, I'm going to join in on the fun. This is going to be more of a what-I-would-tell-my-past-self, because I have no idea what I would have written when I first got here.
Trash talking in sports. Without question, pre-game smack talk provides some of the more entertaining storylines and water cooler conversations across the sporting world.
Here's a question that will probably be on students' minds as next weekend approaches: What on earth am I going to do to occupy my parents if there is no Richmond football game?
During my various experiences with financial aid, I have figured out a few things that I think everyone should know in order to get the most out of all the aid the University of Richmond gives. I got some of my information from Cindy Deffenbaugh, director of student financial aid.
I was at Giants Stadium last Sunday watching the team's home opener against its division rival, the Washington Redskins, when I got the idea for this week's column.
College is filled with all types of relationships, spanning from acquaintances to engagements. In developing a sense of self, students search for others with whom they can relate well.
What do Hanley Ramirez, B.J. Upton and Troy Tulowitzki have in common?
There is a growing trend that is threatening to take over the entire world. Actually ... there are a lot of them ... but this one is getting scarier every year.
Well, folks, it's that time of year again — when Sundays are transformed from the day to cram in the weekend's allotment of homework, into the day to cram a weekend's allotment of chips and dip into your mouth.
It goes without saying that the government's ability to perform essential functions depends on a talented, well-educated and engaged workforce. During the next five years, about one-third of the government's top scientists, engineers, mathematicians, economists and other specialized professionals will be packing up their desks and retiring.
In basketball, they are called "Cinderellas," but in football they are the members of the Football Championship Subdivision. Either way, these teams aren't supposed to beat their bigger and more well-known competition. And yet they somehow find a way to win.
It's Friday afternoon, and everyone is outside for recess. You know that you'll be home in less than half an hour so the only thing on your mind is not being "it."
No, no more Popsicles were stolen. Although that would be hilarious and a little eerie (serial Popsicle thief, not cool), I wanted to expand on last week's column with a little more talk about free speech.