My name is Terence Malone, I am a 2006 graduate of the University of Richmond, and I wanted to share some thoughts about the passing of Mike Ice. My two youngest sisters, Jamie and Paige Malone, were killed a little more than 19 months ago in a car accident on Long Island.
I'm a pretty cold-hearted person, so when people start talking about how sad they are that we're graduating soon, I usually just let my eyes glaze over and start thinking about what I need to buy at the grocery store this week. Granted, I nod my head every once and a while and stick in the perfunctory "I know, right?!" But when push comes to shove, I'm pretty excited to get the heck out of here. Sorry I'm not sorry that I won't really miss the midget-sized beds, trying to maneuver around my roommates in our one-person kitchen sans dishwasher, the moldy bathtubs, the parking services man, checking eSuds every .25 seconds to see whether any of the laundry machines were open, the laxative-ridden D-Hall food or trying to sleep through the sounds of drunk biddies roaming around the apartments at 2 a.m.
I knew when I weighed the decision last spring whether to become editor or not that the year was going to be a long one.
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Michael Ice, nicknamed "Ice" by his friends, was a friendly, happy, outgoing young man with an inviting smile that never left his face. Ice was the person who would turn a stressful day into a happy one with a simple 10-minute conversation outside 8:15 at Boatwright or with one of his hugs, which could instantly put me at ease. Ice got along with everyone; he was charming, personable and extremely outgoing. Every break we had from classes, Ice, Luke Delaney, RC '11, and I drove back home together, to the Tristate area.
Every day, throughout the state, and all over the country, people undergo all kinds of medical procedures.
Nico Doreste's comparison between a medical procedure and rape in his submission, "Government rape: Ultrasounds," to The Collegian last week was beyond ridiculous.
We are halfway through the semester,and it has dawned on me that the frustration I have had during the past several weeks has not been school-related, but rather related to job opportunities on campus.
I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. In a recent article published by "The Guardian" called "Top five regrets of the dying," this was cited as the most common regret of all, according to an Australian nurse who cared for patients during the last 12 weeks of their lives. When I read this, I thought: Of course.
According to a new bill that was passed in the Virginia State Senate and that is undergoing debate in the House, a Virginia woman who wants to have an abortion would be required to have a transvaginal ultrasound test before the procedure can be performed. And since the vast majority of abortions take place in the first trimester, in which a "jelly on the belly" scan cannot produce clear images, this means a condom-covered-ultrasound-probing rod would forcibly penetrate the woman's vagina. Even worse, this bill would mandate the invasive ultrasound. This legislation has many people rightfully shocked by what appears to be a blatant violation of what Virginia law defines as "rape," thrusting an object into a woman's vagina without her consent. The Republican-sponsored bill frivolously states that the ultrasound is for the purpose of obtaining the gestation age.
It's Sunday night and snowing. I have already slid and fallen once and changed out of sodden boots twice.
It's that time of year again! That lovely time when we all obsess over our relationships, or lack thereof.
A montage of media clips flickers into focus in front of my armchair, and a matter-of-fact voice says: "There is a moral panic in America over young women's sexuality." The voice belongs to feminist author Jessica Valenti, and the clips flash from her 2011 documentary called "The Purity Myth: How America's Obsession with Virginity is Hurting Young Women." My armchair is planted in the Westhampton Living Room, where I'm one of the few attendees outside of students from the Women in Living and Learning program who are hosting the screening.
Contact cartoonist Peter Anton at peter.anton@richmond.edu
After reading the article "Studying Abroad: The Transition to Richmond," I couldn't help but notice that the sentiments in the article were quite different from mine studying at Maastricht University in the Netherlands. Maastricht University operates on a learning system called Problem-Based Learning, in which students are given cases to solve as a group during class using the day's readings and the group's collective knowledge.
Last weekend, instead of using the Super Bowl as an opportunity to eat crappy game food, drink beer and hang out with a bunch of overly aggressive guys who are more interested in watching grown men with bulging biceps run around in spandex than cute girls in jerseys, my apartmentmate and I opted to go see "The Woman in Black." Sure, we might not be the coolest cats in the litter box, but we decided that this was the year to accept that we will never understand football and do something that we are good at instead.
I get it. Some Westhampton students view Ring Dance as a flawed tradition, and they are fully entitled to their views as members of our class.
Contact cartoonist Peter Anton at peter.anton@richmond.edu
I enjoyed reading the abroad experiences that many of my fellow classmates had abroad, and I agree with most of them.
Multiple types of media affect our perceptions and realities about all aspects of our lives. Such has been the case recently at the University of Richmond involving a social event sponsored by Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. As it often happens, the use of social media provides information without full context or accuracy.
