Satire, not the news.
Satire, not the news.
The Collision is the historically satirical version of The Collegian. The following article is satire and in no way should be viewed as truth.
The move is borrowed from the decades old phonebook strategy: adding an "A" to your name in order to have it appear first in text.
If self-discovery is the heart of a liberal arts education, then mindfulness might be the best instruction.
Recyclable material is still being sent to the landfill, largely due to improper student waste separation and contamination.
It might be because I've been listening to Taylor Swift's new album on repeat since it came out, or perhaps it's the fact that I shopped online for wedding dresses yesterday during chapter with my roommate, or maybe it's because the last thing my apartmentmate and I did before bed last night was snuggle into the covers with my laptop on the hunt for the perfect engagement ring, but marriage is definitely in the air this week (and by week I mean the last three years of my life). Don't get me wrong, I am thoroughly enjoying college, and I have every intention of graduating, going to grad school and working at least two terribly depressing jobs before I finally settle down, but there is definitely something about the notion of having an impeccably clean household with two kiddies running around (Garrett and Leslie, ages 8 and 5 respectively), preparing dinner at 6 p.m.
Oddly enough, you can. If you are a student, alumnus, faculty or staff member, trustee or immediate family member of any of those people, you can choose to have your body rest eternally in the University of Richmond's Columbarium and Memorial Garden. A Columbarium is a burial vault for human ash remains and is derived from a Latin word meaning "a place where doves nest." The Columbarium to the left of the Cannon Memorial Chapel has 2,884 niches that can each hold two urns.
It has the largest circulation of any newspaper in America. It is consistently listed among the most widely disseminated papers in the world.
Ever set your clean clothes in a glob of glue-like detergent that's been lying in wait on top of the washing machine? Ever cruised into the laundry room one minute after a cycle finished and stood in the doorway while awkwardly debating with yourself whether to claim your clothes as someone else impatiently removes them for you, or come back later once they've left? Ever been a little sketched out about the self-propagating piles of clothes that live in laundry room corners? Here are some tips for cleaning the hostile laundry-room air while we clean our clothes. No.