Opinion
Books, benevolence
By Tanveer Ahmed | September 8, 2011My candid professor spoke unequivocally of the tacit edicts of those involved in the college textbook racket.
My candid professor spoke unequivocally of the tacit edicts of those involved in the college textbook racket.
Fifty mph gale force winds, "Come on Eileen" looping, several bottles of wine, one brave China Panda delivery man, various instances of loud female shrieking, a case of PBR and four frumpy outfits later, the ladies of 601 can officially say they made it through Irene with minimal bodily damage and a much better understanding of storm preparation. Here are a few things that we learned... Lesson one: When you stock up on decorative candles, be sure that you have some form of fire readily available.
Finals mean stress and endless studying along with a healthy serving of agonizing over your grade.
Dear women, You may respond by saying that men cannot speak on women's clothing, but I assure you that it has become as much an issue for me as it is for you.
Fasting is a strange and time-slowing experience. In 24 hours, a fast brings self-awareness and a shift of perspective.
Well Richmonders, after a hot, long and often boring summer, we are finally back on the campus we know and love with all the people we know, love and Facebook stalk... Now don't get me wrong, I look forward to seeing all of my friends just as much, if not more, than the average student.
The lazy days of summer are gone and it's time to put your pens and keyboards to work. With the start of the new school year comes a new opportunity for self-improvement.
I'm sweating it out by the pool trying to fix my tan lines when the unthinkable happens -- my cell phone shuts off.
By the time this column hits print, I'll have finished my last college class. For many seniors like me, graduation might as well have been a four letter word during the past four years.
Alas, it is the final edition of The Collegian before school ends and everyone goes his or her own way for the summer (but not before going out with a final metaphorical and literal bang at beach week). So, my question for everyone: What do you have to lose? Richmond is such a small campus that if you do something outrageously mean, slutty, ballsy, fashionably unacceptable or socially shocking in any way, shape or form, the chances of this deviation from the norm following you around via the Richmond gossip mill are pretty high. But as every celebrity who has ever had a sex tape leaked can tell you, time heals all and everything will blow over -- so why not consider summer as this blow-over period? Seriously, this is the last time that you are going to be on the Richmond campus with all your friends, enemies, lovers, crushes and dream boys for the next three months, so why not take this opportunity to do something that you've been wanting to do all year? If you're a senior, you are practically unstoppable.
I wrote what was supposed to be my last article last week. Upon reflection, yes, there are a lot more things that I could and should have written about, and I feel sincere regret for being unable to do so.
Last weekend my mother told me that our 78-year-old neighbor in Charlotte was dying of a brain tumor.
I wouldn't say I'm the dimmest bulb in the box - I'm getting an education at a reputable college and managing to do well in my courses - but I think waitressing is one of the most difficult jobs in the world.
A question for MaryGrace Apostali, the senior president of the Global Health Club Q: Swimsuit season is approaching the North American continent and the societal fat stigma is no longer exclusive to the U.S.
The cluster of blue and silver Pinwheels for Prevention have been spinning all week on the Boatwright lawn to raise awareness for child abuse.
Dear University of Richmond staff members: On behalf of the senior class, I would like to say thank you for everything you do.
Reading about the lecture given by Dr. Gilfoyle at UR, about nuclear weapons and the Conventional Test Ban Treaty, one particular statement stood out as particularly polemic in nature: "To be a good citizen and vote... you should care [about the CTBT]." As someone who may or may not be considered a good citizen, yet is unquestionably an active voter, let me offer my thoughts. A simple look at the list of states that have not yet ratified the Conventional Test Ban Treaty reveals the futility of the exercise in today's world.
It's that time of year again. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and the emails from the Senior Class Gift Committee are the only things more obnoxious than the pollen. Each year, the senior class is coerced -- er, I mean encouraged, to make a donation to the University of Richmond.
Allow me to preface this by saying that by and large, I have enjoyed attending the University of Richmond.
I will be the first to admit I'm an amateur. I have risked nothing as a journalist but my own insecurity when it comes to the awkwardness of phrasing emails, conducting phone interviews and fidgeting through face-to-face interactions.