During the pre-dawn hours of daylight saving time, the sidewalks of Charleston, S.C., were pulsing with the flurry of discombobulated people who had spent their extra hour out at the bars.
Anna Kuta's "Response to: Five Shariah insights for students at UR,"posted Nov. 5, 2011, is a misleading and inflammatory description of Islamic law.
Anna Kuta's Shariah Law Op Ed on The Collegian website illustrates the exuberance of her deliberate ignorance and incoherent argumentation.
In light of the recent dialogue in the online edition of The Collegian, the Multi-faith Student Council would like to take the opportunity to introduce ourselves to the campus community.
So it's about 11:45 a.m., you're casually standing outside of Jepson soaking up some rays and chatting with your friend.
This movement, at its best, is misguided. The protesters are misguided because of an inadequate understanding of definitions of terminology.
As a 2011 Westhampton College graduate now working as a religion reporter and news editor, I would like to take this opportunity to respond to Qasim Rashid's Nov.
Dear Editor, I agree with Mr. Ahmed that journalists must report the truth, but his November 2 Opinion Editorial "Sickness of Balance" presents a double standard. Previously, Mr. Ahmed concluded his news coverage of an October 20 Shariah Law event that the UR Muslim Law Student Association (MLSA) hosted with an opinionated assertion that "Islam, like all religions, has no basis in science." In his Nov.
I agree with the diagnosis, oft-cited by Cenk Uygur of The Young Turks, that establishment media is losing its way because of its insistence on balance for balance's sake.
I have discovered a newfound weekend hobby: being sober in a room full of sloppily drunken people.
1.What does Shariah mean? "Shariah" is the law of the Qur'an and literally means, "A path to life giving water." In fact, the word "Yarrah" (i.e.
"Why doesn't that girl wear shoes?" I wish I could say that it was a campaign to raise money and awareness for impoverished, shoeless children, but as noble as this may sound it is far from the truth.
When I was traipsing around Scotland during my semester abroad, I noticed that the plastic bags at Tesco, the mainstream supermarket, were streaked with the slogan: "Every little helps." For the life of me, I could not figure out what the missing noun was. Back in America, President Obama's newest slogan seems to be: "Every little dollar helps." For students, that is.
The Libyan revolution came to an unexpected climax this past week when news broke that the deposed dictator, Muammar Gadhafi, had been slain at the hands of the rebel forces.
Sorry to anyone who thought I was creepy on Tuesday night while walking across campus in the dark with an enormous smile spanning the dimensions of my face. You know those moments when you walk away from something and feel like you can change the world?
It seems that not all of my assumptions about growing up are true. Part of the reason I was particularly excited to turn 21 and move away from the lodge culture was simply that I could start investing in nicer going-out clothes. Back during my lodge days, I wouldn't spend more than $15.95 at Forever 21 on a going-out shirt because I knew for certain that by the time I got back to my room, it would be soaked in beer, sweat, tears and shame. I had to be practical and overlook so many nice shirts and dresses simply because I didn't want to buy something I knew I would ruin later that weekend.
Ever since my roommate burned a copy of a Dispatch CD for me, roadtrips have turned into private, alternative rock concerts that rattle my rearview mirror in its frame. The other day, I was trying in vain to tune my voice to the lyrics: "Say what you want, say what you mean, question yourself -- are you really what you seem?" I latched onto the existential sense that, at the college age, we are meant to learn to be more transparent and to be comfortable enough to project to others exactly the kinds of people we are. This movement toward transparency conditions us for comfort.
The infamous "work hard, play harder" lifestyle here at Richmond is not an easy one to keep up with.
On the evening of Sept. 15, I, along with another member of Spiders for Life, put up flyers in the women's bathrooms in Boatwright Library, Jepson and the International Center.
So last Saturday I was kind of in one of those moods where you just wanna be a sloth all day, lie in bed, not respond to your texts and listen to sad music about how men will break your heart over and over and over again. However, my roommates have long dealt with my Saturday blues and they know from experience that the one thing that will get me out of bed and into pants with a non-elastic waistband is food, so we decided to go out for a roommate dinner. There is nothing lovelier than sitting around with your roommates and discussing boys, food, friends, clothes, politics and the latest Supreme Court cases over a pail of Sticky Rice tater tots.
