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Dear Birds and the Bees faithful and casual readers, This is the fifth week of the semester, and that means it is time for a group article.
According to my estimations, the University of Richmond was the landing pad for more than 18 inches of snow during the past week and a half.
During recent years, the University of Richmond has been quite generally referred to as endorsing a work-hard, play-hard environment.
The word "friend" is used so casually in our society. Let's face it, you tend to call just about everyone a friend, whether it's the girl who lives on your hall who has only spoken to you twice this entire year, or the guy who you've known since kindergarten who knows more about you than your own parents. Do all of the people you deem friends deserve such a title?
It's that time of year ? time to offer up some more green solutions for the University of Richmond's campus! From the school that brought you such startlingly popular and successful programs as Trayless Fridays and the Green Bike Program comes a new solution to help save the environment.
On Monday I spent approximately an hour and 15 minutes trudging through the snow, to and from class, the Pier, the library, the dining hall, the gym, North Court and X-lot.
It must be aforementioned that I am a member of Greek Life. That being said, there is a problematic binary discrepancy pertaining to the distribution of wealth between sororities and fraternities on this campus. Sorority life has been an overall positive experience.
I was sitting in the first floor of the library at a computer in the front room, staring at the computer screen.
Alex Lebenstein was a Holocaust survivor who had more than enough reasons to hate, but was instead an advocate for tolerance and forgiveness.
Imagine this "icebreaker" game: Participants sit in a circle of chairs, and when a characteristic that you possess is shouted, you run to another chair.
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.
Last Thursday, my grandmother passed away. It was not a shock since she had Alzheimer's disease and contracted pneumonia the week before.
