Opinion
A Retrospective essay
By Michael Gaynor | March 26, 2009The shuffle on my iPod can predict the future. How's that for an opening hook? It all started way back in 2005, my freshman year of college.
The shuffle on my iPod can predict the future. How's that for an opening hook? It all started way back in 2005, my freshman year of college.
To the UR students who showed their support for the appointment of Acting Chaplain Kate O'Dwyer Randall to the permanent position of Chaplain to the University of Richmond in a petition circulated at the end of last semester, congratulations.
It's safe to say that I hated this school one year ago. For lots of reasons, I also hated the insecurity I felt within myself. There is nothing like being in a city, state or nation where you don't know a single person.
Dear Editor, I'm not sure how familiarized you are with the new class schedule for next year.
Barack Obama campaigned on the pledge that only the very top group of income earners in America would see tax increases under his leadership.
Ladies and gentlemen, don't miss the "Pies for Charity" event from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. Monday, March 30 in the Forum.
It was the Thursday of spring break when I found myself on the front porch of a dilapidated house in the 13th Ward of New Orleans.
I've finally been outted by an online comment (don't we just love www.thecollegianur.com?) - I'm not really from Compton.
There are still several things that really trouble me as I listen to the conversation on this campus.
As of late, the opinion section of The Collegian just hasn't been doing it for me. Most of the articles are pretty negative, dealing with who should do what and why life is miserable in some way.
People take themselves too seriously sometimes. Everything's so important, so crucial, so consequential. But with Spring Break mere hours away at this point, I'd like to drop all those pretensions of seriousness and just give you some recreational reading to get you excited before school breaks.
Quite a lot was written about Prague in the '90s, the city being trumped up as the new "left bank" for expats with a bohemian bent.
The day after last year's presidential election, I was scheduled to meet with one of my professors about an academic paper.
I'm sure there are countless articles and editorials in this week's edition of The Collegian recapping the wonderful snow day we all saw on Monday.
So last weekend -- what a doozy. After the week from hell of two five-page papers and a test, I thought I was going to explode.
The other day I revealed to my mom the philosophy of my life: my faith in God, love of people and desire for productivity.
Last holiday season, I received a number of text messages on Christmas Day from several of my friends wishing me a Merry Christmas.
Ahem ... Ahem ... AHEM. OK so, now that I have your attention, I was hoping we could get this meeting started as we really have a lot to get through tonight and that deadline isn't getting any further away. Firstly, you will all be happy to hear that the editorial staff has finally figured out what those red and green squiggly lines under your submissions in Word are, and no, Ben, they do not have anything to do with Christmas.
As my tenure at the University of Richmond draws to a close, I've noticed a growing feeling of nostalgia and togetherness among members of the senior class.
To the Editor: At the Centre for European Studies of the Jagiellonian University, we very much value the small but brilliant stream of Richmond students who have studied with us in Krakow in recent years, and trust that they have generally been satisfied.